“I don’t know yet. Don’t let’s talk about that now, Kane.”
“All right. What do you make of that crazy telephone message attributed to me, Judge Hoyt?”
“Why, Mr. Landon, if you don’t mind, I’ll not answer that question.”
“But I do mind. I want you to answer it.”
“Want me to answer it honestly?”
“Honestly, certainly.”
“Then, sir, I think it was you who telephoned.”
“Oh, you do? And I said that somebody had set a trap for my uncle? And I said I would give him Frangipanni, or whatever it was? And I said I’d send him to the Caribbean Sea?”
“You asked me what I thought. You have it. Yes, I think you said these things, but I think they were some jests between your uncle and yourself that were perfectly intelligible to you two. I have no reason to think you were angry at your uncle. Disappointed, doubtless, in not getting the loan you asked for, but still quite ready to forgive and forget. Now, honest, am I not right?”
Kane Landon had a curious look in his eyes. “You’re a good guesser,” he said, a little shortly, “but you haven’t guessed right this time.”