“What do you want me to do then?” asked Roy.
“I don’t see that you can do anything except sit up with Eva and me down here till morning. I’m sure I should never sleep a wink if I went to bed.”
“I’m hoping yet there’ll be some way to prove we are mistaken in thinking him the same person,” put in Eva.
“You might take this book up, Roy, and show it to him, then if he didn’t flush when he saw this picture we’d know it was all right.”
“And if it wasn’t, poor Roy might be stabbed where he stood,” added Jess cheerfully. “I tell you! we might cry fire and scare him out that way.”
“Don’t be silly, Jess,” Roy admonished her, and then he returned once more to the study of the face of the criminal.
There was a sudden crash up stairs. Jess uttered a half stifled scream.
“Oh, Roy,” she cried, “do go and see! He may have killed poor Rex!”
CHAPTER XIII
DISCUSSION OF WAYS AND MEANS
Roy bounded up the stairway two steps at a time. He was conscious that both his sisters had walked to the foot of it and were looking after him fearfully. Then he heard Rex’s voice. Evidently his brother was not hurt.