"Yes, but there's no pleasing them. I offered them Aunt Lucy's Indian clubs, a mallet, and the bronze paper-weight on Ernie's desk, but they didn't seem to like any of them."
"So there was a bronze paper-weight on his desk, was there? H'm!"
"Well, no," said Neville softly, "there wasn't. I put it there."
"What on earth for?"
"Oh, just to occupy their minds!" said Neville, seraphically smiling.
"It'll serve you right if you get pinched for the murder," Sally told him.
"Yes, but I shan't. I was right about Honest John, wasn't I?"
"Yes. How did you know he was back?"
"News does get about so, doesn't it?"
"Rot!"