"What is that?" I asked.
"Neville has a theory," said Zeula.
"But only a theory, there is absolutely nothing to connect the two things."
"Which two things, what are you talking about?"
"Well, Victor, I will tell you. I hope, however, that you will not take it amiss. It is this: you remember the writer of a certain article in a Sonale paper; I was wondering whether he had had anything to do with the affair of to-day."
"I don't follow you."
"Well, you see, it was I who thrashed him, and I was wondering whether he had found out who I was and so implicated you. Perhaps he thought that I was acting for you."
"I'm damned! So it was you who forestalled me, was it? That's where you had gone when I could get no trace of you that day, I'm glad it was you and nobody else, but how did you know about it at all?"
"I told him, Victor; and, as I myself could not go, he was only too happy to volunteer."
"But why go at all?"