"Oh, come off the roof!" he said, wrathfully. "You can't fool me. The old woman game won't work."
"Is it that poor old woman you are suspecting?"
"That poor old woman! Blankety blank, yes. I'm going for the chief. The two minutes are up."
"Wait one instant. My aunt and her friends are walking in the wood. You had better go find them and ascertain for yourself that the old woman is a veritable old woman."
The detective smote the table with his fist. "Is that true? You ain't foolin',—they're actually out of the house?"
"It is quite true."
H. Robinson lost control of himself, and began to swear fluently and to blindly search for the door.
Chelda slipped before him, but she was as a straw in the fury of the wind. She would be forced to allow him to go raging through the house, when to her relief there was a pressure from the hall and Captain White insinuated himself into the room.
"Hello!" he said, deftly shutting the door behind him. "So you've turned up again, piggy."
H. Robinson hurled an offensive epithet at him and ordered him to let him pass.