“We do not know.”
“To whom else have you shown them?”
“To no one—except——”
Clifford and Hartley stared at each other. Then both gasped in the same breath:
“Gilbert Parker!”
“The old hound!” rejoined Hartley, hotly. “Would he dare do such a villainous thing?”
“I believe him capable of anything,” said Cecil. “I know he is an old villain!”
Hartley took several turns up and down the room.
“We can prove nothing,” he said. “Of course he will deny it. Again, perhaps we have lost them. What shall we do? Can you not repeat that diagram from memory, Cecil?”
In answer, the traveler sat down, and after some time drew crude lines upon paper.