“For God’s sake, Hosie, don’t fool with me!” he cried. “How did it happen? Somebody has been at work. Who did it?”
“Eh! You really want to know that?”
“Yes, yes! Who did it?”
“It was done,” said Old Hosie, looking at him very straight and blinking his eyes, “by a party that I understand you thought couldn’t do much of anything.”
“But who? Who?”
“If you really want to know, the party’s name is Miss Katherine West.”
Bruce’s stupefaction outdid itself.
“Katherine West!” he repeated.
Old Hosie could maintain his rôle no longer.