"Can't you speak? Have you lost your tongue, Harry?"
"I saw Percival a little while ago, Stan."
"Well—what of it? What's that to me?"
"Nothing much, I suppose."
"Where did you see him?"
"Not very far from here. He was with that fellow—that beastly Beetle—who fought with you."
"What were they doing?"
"Oh, they were walking and talking together—very chummy. When they left, they shook hands—almost kissed each other."
"Shook hands! You are sure?"
"Positive."