“What—what did you do with our old one?” asked Tom solemnly. “Be careful now. Think well before you answer, and remember that whatever admissions you make may be used in court against you.”
“Why—why——” stammered Frank.
“Answer the question!” demanded Sid sternly.
“Where’s our old sofa?” asked Phil.
“The janitor took it away, when you were out,” replied the conspirator. “Why—why, don’t you like this one?”
The three shook their heads. Then Tom said softly:
“Can’t you see, Frank? It doesn’t fit in. It doesn’t go with the rest of the things in the room? It’s too new—too shiny. It’s like a modern among the ancients. They clash!”
“Horribly!” shuddered Sid.
“It won’t do—it won’t do at all,” added Phil.
“I leave it to Holly—to Dutch—anybody,” burst out Frank. “It’s the best I could buy.”