“Rather!”
“Whom I saw this morning?”
“None other.”
“Who was at my place last night?”
“Precisely.”
“Oh, my God, I see it all now!”
“Steady, Mose!” cried Nick. “Not too fast. Not quite all. You fail to see what you yourself have once declared—that it was not in young Royal to have killed his friend.”
Flood caught his breath as he comprehended the significance of the last remark, and he sprang toward Nick like a man electrified.
“You don’t mean—you don’t mean, Nick, that he is guiltless?” he cried, as if in a frenzy of suspense.
“Exactly.”