Larry chuckled uncomfortably.
Professor Voss said finally, his voice very even, “My dear sir, I am afraid that I evidently can be of little assistance to you.”
“Admittedly, it doesn't seem to make much sense.”
“Susan—you mean that little sixteen year old?—said I was in favor of spending counterfeit money on chorus girls?”
Larry said unhappily, “She used the term the Professor.”
“And why did you assume that the title must necessarily allude to me? Even if any of the rest of the fantastic story was true.”
Larry said, “In my profession, Professor [pg 034] Voss, we track down every possible clue. Thus far, you are the only professor of whom we know who was connected with Ernest Self.”
Voss said stiffly, “I can only say, sir, that in my estimation Mr. Self is a man of the highest integrity. And, in addition, that I have never spent a penny on a chorus girl in my life and have no intention of beginning, counterfeit or otherwise.”
Larry Woolford decided that he wasn't doing too well and that he'd need more ammunition if he was going to return to this particular attack. He was surprised that the old boy hadn't already ordered him from the house.
He finished the coffee preparatory to coming to his feet. “Then you think it's out of the question, Ernest Self belonging to a revolutionary organization?”