"Your duplicity is discovered, Rollins," he said. "I make no apology for having opened your sealed envelope, because last night Jack Hampton discovered you at the radio station with Remedios, and we knew you were faithless to your trust. Come, make a clean breast of it."
Rollins's face went white.
"You, you read the letter?" he gasped.
Mr. Temple merely nodded.
Rollins seemed to shrink and grow older before their eyes. Suddenly he sank into a chair. His shoulders sagged. Pressing his hands to his eyes, he bent forward and began to cry. Not the noisy crying of a child but great, dry, wrenching sobs.
"Come on, fellows," said Jack in a low voice. "Let's leave him to Mr. Temple."
The older man nodded approval and the three boys filed out, closing the door behind them. Simultaneously each drew a long breath of relief. Bob was the first to speak.
"Dad'll get it out of him," he said
"I'm hungry," said Frank plaintively.
At that moment, Gabby Pete poked his head from the doorway of the kitchen. Seeing the boys, he called: