'I follow the profession of hair-dressing,' replied Josephs, with his first show of spirit.
Had Dick not possessed an inscrutable face, Josephs would have known that his inquisitor was suffering from a sense of the ludicrous. Dick had just remembered that his father was downstairs.
'Well, Josephs, I shall have to hand you over to the police.'
'I think not,' said Josephs, in his gentlemanly voice.
'Why not?' asked Dick.
'Because then it would all come out.'
'What would all come out?'
'The way your father was deceived. The society papers would make a great deal of it, and he would not like that.'
Dick groaned, though the other did not hear him.
'You read the society journals, Josephs?'