Frank broke the spell, looking keenly at Jones as he spoke.
"I dunno," mumbled Dismal, falling into the manner of speaking that had been habitual with him from his childhood. "I dunno—hanged if I do!"
"You thought you knew when you came in, my boy."
"That's right; but I dunno but I was off my trolley. And still—"
"Still what?"
"I don't like the man I suspected, but I never thought the fellow shrewd enough to play a double game."
"Perhaps it is because you do not like him that you suspected him."
"Oh, it may be—it may be. And I don't suppose that is a square deal. I didn't have absolute proof."
"You were going to name him when Ditson came in."
"I was, but I will not call any names now. I propose to look into this matter somewhat. Likely it's too late to prevent the traitor from completing the damage, but he can be exposed. It will be some satisfaction to see him held up to public scorn."