"How the devil did you know that?" cried the doctor, springing to his feet.
"Well, sir, the man has disappeared, and—"
"And somebody has been filling your head with foolish stories. Who was it?"
"Mr. Deever was asking some questions about his brother."
"And you told him everything you knew, and a good deal more, I suppose?"
"I didn't tell him anything."
"It's lucky for you that you didn't. Now, look here, Cleary, you know where your interest lies. Don't you lose a good job by talking too much."
"No, sir; I won't. But there's something in dreams, and—"
"There was agony in this one. I thought that I had killed Deever, and was obliged to hide his body. I felt that the police were close upon me.
"It seemed as if I had only one night in which to make myself safe. I thought first of burning the body in the furnace. Then it seemed best to use the acid. Heavens, I am glad to be awake again!"