“Indeed!” said his tutor, coldly. “They heard words, too, about debt—a heavy sum—and forging—matters that should not be even known amongst the gentlemen studying here. I find, too, Frayne, that you have been mixed up with money matters.”
“It is not true, sir.”
“Your cousin declared you were. He was heard to say so, and if the worst comes to the worst, Frayne, his words will be believed.”
“Do you mean if he dies, sir?” gasped Richard.
“I do, Frayne. I have had a letter from that Mr Simpson, and I find that he came to you this morning to be paid, and that sharp words passed between you in your room. This is all very bad, Frayne, and, confused though it is, it goes against you. The police—”
“What?” cried Richard.
“Were for arresting you at once.”
“Arresting me? What for?” cried the young man, indignantly.
“For a murderous assault upon your cousin; but I would not hear of it now. I said that you would be here if it was found necessary to proceed against you.”
“Oh, but this is madness, sir!” cried Richard, excitedly. “They could not do that!”