"What!" yelped the President. He snatched the paper from the table and read it, then sank into his chair once more, his face grim and eyes suspiciously moist. "The dirty, lowdown, rotten...."
Blake, hovering at tableside, hesitated a moment, then asked, "What about Teddy? What's happened?"
"What we might have expected," said the Secretary dolefully.
"You don't mean—" Blake mumbled, horrified. He couldn't continue, just waited for the worst.
The President nodded miserably.
"He's confessed."