"Why then shouldn't he mention it?"
Young Lechmere thought a moment. "Perhaps it's too gruesome!"
Spencer Coyle gave a laugh. "Aren't you glad then you're not in it?"
"Uncommonly!"
"Go to bed, you goose," said Spencer Coyle, with another laugh. "But before you go tell me what he said when she told him he was trying to deceive you."
"'Take me there yourself, then, and lock me in!'"
"And did she take him?"
"I don't know—I came up."
Spencer Coyle exchanged a long look with his pupil.
"I don't think they're in the hall now. Where's Owen's own room?"