The young sport watched him like a cat.
“Thank Heaven!” cried Perry Lamont, as he shot a glance at Claude and dropped into his chair.
“It suits you, I see.”
“Suits me?” was the reply. “You know it does.”
A momentary silence followed between father and son, and then the elder Lamont said:
“Did you have any trouble?”
“Not much.”
“Did he suspect you?”
“Yes, he did that; but I had to go on, you know.”
“I know. He died for sure?”