"Yes, you do!" Anthony snapped. "You must have found them in his room. Well?"
David gazed up at him with the same unfathomable look that had so disturbed Johnson Boller in the taxicab.
"Very well—I did find them in his room," he said. "I put them on because I couldn't find my own clothes, and I—I wanted to get to father."
"Yes, and now you're going to father!" Johnson Boller said decisively. "Better let him go, Anthony."
David was on his feet with one swing.
"That's the only thing to do with me," he said heartily. "I'm too much of a nuisance to keep around, Mr. Fry; I'm so worried about father that I can't think of anything else. So now I'll go and——"
"So now you'll stay right here!" Anthony said fiercely.
"Why?" Boller asked.
"Because I've undertaken to show this kid the opportunity of his lifetime, and I'll drive it into his infernal little skull if I have to chloroform him and have a surgeon drill a hole to let it through!" Mr. Fry said quite irresponsibly.
David collapsed hopelessly on the edge of the bed.