I told him what I knew, and I heard him grind his teeth.
“The scoundrels!” he muttered.
“There is no telling what a man may do for dear life,” said Mr Frewen, sadly.
“But Walters. Did you see anything of him?” said Mr Brymer.
I was silent. Something seemed to choke me, and I could not speak for the hot indignation I felt.
“Poor boy!” groaned Mr Brymer. “I never liked him, but it is horrible for him to have come to such an end as this.”
“Yes!” I said bitterly, as I found my tongue; “horrible for him to have come to such an end as this.”
They did not grasp the truth, and I would not tell them.
“They’ll know soon enough,” I thought.
“Well, gentlemen,” said Mr Denning, speaking now, “there is no doubt about the catastrophe. What is to be done?”