"Well, he's stumping about doing some more poetry perhaps. Go to bed."
"But I believe he's gone out."
"'Tis rather a close night. Perhaps he wanted air."
"I believe he knows something about that fellow who was shot. I watched his face."
"Oho!"
Jack was surprised to find that the boy's suspicions jumped so nearly with his own.
"Look here, who've you told that to?"
"Only you."
"That's all right. I'm going out."
"So am I," was the quiet rejoinder.