“The boy?” repeated Learmont.
“Yes, yes, the boy. I climbed up at the back of—of the old house, you see.”
“Yes, yes,” said Learmont, eagerly, “and you saw—”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“D—d—damned a thing—but I heard you—”
“And—the boy? You heard the boy? A boy’s voice?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You said so.”
“No, I didn’t—don’t in—in—insult me!”