"On the authority of Mrs. Crosbie's mother--yes."
"Well then, Tod, I want you to know how Rebb comes to be possessed of that six thousand a year. Can you find out?"
"Well, no. You might ask the Income Tax people."
"I can't help thinking," said Haskins, staring at the dusty carpet, "that the money belongs to Mavis."
"If you think that on the few words let slip by Mrs. Geary," said Tod scornfully, "you haven't got a leg to stand on."
"I go by my intuitions also, Toddy. They rarely deceive me. Witness my distrust of Geary. I was right in thinking that he had to do with Rebb and the Pixy's House."
Macandrew nodded. "Yes. You were right so far, but you assume too much in accusing Major Rebb of taking Miss Durham's money."
"It is only a guess," said Gerald impatiently. "I may be wrong of course, Tod. Still, you must see that there is something queer in Rebb keeping Mavis shut up, and in putting about this rumor of her being affected with a homicidal mania."
"You are sure that isn't true?" ventured Macandrew cautiously.
Haskins grew wrathful. "Good heavens, Toddy, do you take me for an ass, you silly blighter! I tell you the girl is as sane as I am, and a deal more sane than you are.