"Why, Beryl, what brings you out? Good morning, doctor—yes, very bad news."
Beryl came past him and went straight to Ronald. "Did you see him, Ronnie—did he come to you?"
"To me—of course not. I hardly knew him."
"Don't lie," said Steppe impatiently, "we're all friends here. What makes you think he went to Morelle, Beryl?"
"I wondered."
"But you must have had some reason?"
She met the big man's eyes coldly. "Must I be cross-examined? I had a feeling that he had been to Ronnie. I don't know why—why does one have these intuitions?"
"We saw it in the morning papers," explained the doctor. "I am fearfully worried; poor Moropulos, it is dreadful."
Steppe smiled unpleasantly. "He is the least troubled of any of us," he said callously, "and the next least is Sault. I saw the detective who arrested him. He said Sault went straight to sleep the moment they put him into the cell, and woke this morning cheerful. He must have nerves of iron."
"Can anything be done for him, Mr. Steppe?"