“‘Why, I dreamed he had something to do with Dick’s death and with the accident.’
“‘You had better tell the Inspector,’ George sneered. ‘And maybe he’ll alter his verdict. You seem to have been very fond of this brother of yours. You’ve done nothing but carp about him all the morning.’
“‘I was,’ I replied. ‘So were we all. He kept the home going for the last six years.’
“‘Kept the home going! Why, where was you?’
“‘At College, studying for a teacher. I gave it up after his death.’
“‘A schoolmaster! Well, I’m blowed. Then you didn’t see much of Dick?’
“‘Only in the holidays.’
“‘And who told you about this fellow who was supposed to have had a spite against him?’
“‘Mother.’
“‘It was your mother, was it? Only hearsay evidence after all. Well, they’re both dead, anyhow—good and bad, and bad and good—all went together—in a moment, boy! What do they call you?’