his comradeship with Smithers, who was perhaps one of the most undesirable boys at St. Cuthbert's.
“Shock”Smithers—so named on account of the permanently untidy condition of his hair—was, therefore, very much surprised indeed at what he next heard from Garrett.
“Of course,” Garrett began, “as you speak with so much certainty about my cousin, you have positive proof of his guilt?”
Smithers began to laugh. He thought that a good joke.
“I see no laughing matter. I ask you a plain question. You have proof of Henning's guilt—which for some reason you are withholding?”
“Not—not exactly proof, you know, but, eh—but you know, eh—you know as well as I do how suspicion points to him.”
“Then you make all this to-do on mere suspicion?”
“Of course. We have nothing more than suspicions, have we?”
“Yes, certainly. You must have more than suspicion when you state publicly that Roy deserves to be in State's prison.”
“I—I did not say that. I—”