“Is what he said true?” he asked me presently, stopping by the mantelpiece again: “about the emeralds?”
“Every word of it.”
“Then why on earth could you not open your mouth and tell me, Johnny Ludlow?”
“I thought you knew it. I’m sure you were told of it at the time. Had I brought up the matter again later, you’d have been fit to punch me into next week, Tod.”
“Let’s hear the details—shortly.”
I went over them all; shortly, as he said; but omitting none. Tod stood in silence, never once interrupting.
“Did the Whitneys know of this?”
“Anna did.”
“Anna!”