He flushed angrily.
"Yes, I know," Mary said helpfully. "But I'm not going out in those clothes if I stay here and die of old age."
And here, from the end of the corridor, Johnson Boller's deep, carrying voice came:
"Has he kicked the kid out yet, Wilkins?"
"Not yet, sir," said Wilkins's grave tone.
"What? Is he going to keep him here after all?"
"I should judge so, sir. There's been no disturbance down that way."
"Well, what," Johnson Boller muttered audibly, "do you know about that?"
"It's most distressing, sir!" Wilkins replied.
Anthony Fry's pupils dilated.