It was the voice that had called "rats" and "fake."
"Yale it is," said Frank, who was not a little surprised. "Come on, Solomon."
From letter to letter the fly ran, swiftly spelling out the word.
"It is evident to me," said Merry, "that the person who gave that word knows me. I would like to know who the individual is. Will he please come forward?"
No one stirred.
There was a loud buzzing sound, and the fly was seen fluttering about excitedly.
"What is the matter, Solomon?" asked Frank.
"Buz-z-z-z! buz-z-zz!" came from the fly, so loudly that everyone in the theater could hear it.
"Are you trying to talk, Solomon?" laughed Merry.