"Well, never mind, don't hunt for it any more. Pretty queer thing about that tobacco pouch of Peter's, don't you think?"
Blair looked up quickly. "No, I don't. I know, or at least I think I know, the explanation of that."
"You do! Well, out with it!"
"No, not now," and Blair gave a significant glance toward Thorpe's door. "But I've had my suspicions roused, and I'm going to verify them, and then I'm going to expose somebody. I can't stand any more of this sort of thing. I tell you, Kit, I know!"
Shelby looked at him in amazement.
"Well, if you won't talk now, we'll whoop it up some other time. See you to-night at the dinner?"
"Yes; get along now, and we'll meet there later."
Blair looked anxious and preoccupied. As he went toward the door with Shelby he said suddenly, "I say, Kit, will you drop Carlotta Harper?"
"Drop her!"
"Yes; stop calling on her or paying her any attention."