"I'll communicate with Rodgers and tell him what you say. If the doctor is guilty he must suffer."
"My eye," said Clarence reflectively, "won't aunty be mad. Well I guess this will square us: she won't play low down on me again."
"Burgh, you're a blackguard."
"I am, that's a fact," said the buccaneer in no wise disturbed. "But don't you say that in public or the fur'll fly."
"Pooh. You know I'm equal to you. But this story--"
"The one I told Tung-yu last night," grinned Burgh, "I'll reel it out now, and you can sort it out as you choose. I believe Forge to be the scragger of the old girl, because he had that tie of yours."
"How did he get the tie?"
"I gave it to him," confessed Clarence candidly.
"Yes--I remember you said so last night. But I forget how you explained the getting of it."
"Huh," drawled Burgh folding his arms. "You might call it stealing old pard. Y'see Miss Pewsey--my old aunty that is--saw Olivia--"