"You did it, but you'll never get away with it!" he cried.
"Johnson——"
"Never in the world! I've got Wilkins as a witness and——"
"Witness for what?"
Johnson Boller, albeit he trembled with fury, controlled himself.
"Don't try that baby-stare stuff on me, Fry," he said. "I understand now. Last night I thought you were off on one of your eccentric spells, but you were crazy like a fox, you were! But don't think for one minute that Beatrice is fool enough to drop into such a trap!"
Anthony himself did a little controlling.
"What are you talking about?" he cried.
"The thing you've tried to put over, to get me away from Beatrice!" Johnson Boller thundered. "That's enough! Don't deny it! I know you don't approve of matrimony; I know you never wanted me to get married; I know that we haven't traveled around as much this last six months as we did in the twenty years before it—and I suppose you've been lonely, because nobody else in the world would stand for you. But by Heaven, Anthony, I never thought you'd try to break up my family by——"
"Try to do what?"