"Because Hitchin knows perfectly well that I haven't a sister, of course. Don't fume and thresh around like that, Johnson; it bothers me."
"But if my wife ever hears of it——"
"She never will," said Anthony, without great concern, "unless you have Hitchin for dinner some night and ask him to tell about it."
"And Wilkins—he heard it, too!"
"Well, I shall instruct Wilkins not to mention it, later on," Anthony sighed. "Now quiet down, will you, and let us think how——"
"Have you decided how to get me out of here?" Mary asked brightly, entering without a sound.
Anthony stayed the bitter words that were in his very throat.
"We have been accused of murdering David Prentiss!" he said.
"Really?"
"Very really indeed!"