"My dear Axton, you're dreaming," he said, soothingly. "I'd as soon think of suspecting myself."
Roger seized the large hand of the Doctor and shook it heartily.
"Thank Heaven there is some one believes her innocent," he said, with a half sob.
"Tut, tut!" answered the Doctor, quietly, "sit down, my dear boy, sit down. There must be some explanation of this."
"If Roger would not be so impetuous," said Fanks, who had resumed his seat, "I would like to tell him something."
Roger looked at his friend with a gleam of hope in his eye, and sat down in sullen silence.
"You yourself say I suspect Miss Varlins," explained Fanks, with faint hesitation, "simply because I said Judas had taken certain documents to Marson. How do you know that I may not suspect some one else?"
"Whom?"
"Miss Varlins," observed Fanks, leisurely, "may, for all we know, be acting a very noble part, and may be trying to screen another person—for instance, Mr. Francis Marson."
"What?" shouted Japix and Roger in one breath.