“A kid!” Eddy repeated.
“Queer, isn’t it?” Ross inquired, sarcastically. “If not peculiar!”
Eddy glanced at him, and then sat down and lit a cigarette.
“I’ll say it’s queer!” he observed.
“Especially as I’d left the door locked when I went out.”
Again Eddy glanced at him.
“Did you—what did they say—over at the house?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing much!”
He observed, with satisfaction, that this answer alarmed Eddy.
“Well, lissen here,” he said. “Who did you tell? Old Jones?”