"Do you suspect anybody?"
Evan smiled: he was growing tired of tragedy.
"I sort of suspect Filter," he answered.
Henty was serious.
"You don't like to say, do you?"
"No," said Evan.
The junior was silent a moment, after which he observed, bashfully:
"A certain party certainly needs the coin."
Evan sighed, and Henty looked at him quickly.
"You're lucky it wasn't a thousand, don't you think so?"