Anthony collapsed into his chair.
"There's nothing wrong with my head," he said. "That was the first lie I could think of, Johnson, to get him out of here. He had to go!"
"Why?"
"She said so," Anthony informed him, with a ghastly little smile. "She's engaged to him!"
"To Bob Vining?"
"Yes!"
Johnson Boller whistled softly and, elevating his eyebrows, thrust his hands into his trousers pockets and looked at Anthony with new commiseration.
"Too bad, that!" said he. "Too bad for you that it should have been a chap of the Vining type."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, sooner or later, he may find out. The chances are that he will find out just what you've done to that girl," Boller went on contemplatively. "It's just about as she says, too. If he was a fool, you could fool him, one way or another. Or if he was a little snide, Anthony, you could talk him off or bribe him off—but it'll never be like that with Bob. He'll never take any account of the circumstances; he'll just snatch out the gun and let fly!"