“No, no; I mean our being away—out of sight and hearing. The more I think about it—why, if Millie hadn’t got the creeps and run away, Inga never would have known where we were.”
“That’s right.”
“It was Millie who told Inga,” said Flick, with conviction.
“King, I do believe you’re right,” said Tootles. “It was planned; the whole floor was cleared out on purpose.”
“But who did it?” said Flick. “Not Madame Probasco?”
“How about your friend, the lawyer!”
“Drinkwater!” said Tootles, rising in fury. “By Jove, of course—no doubt about it!”
“No; I don’t think there is much doubt,” said O’Leary. “Hold on there; you can’t go out and demolish him single-handed.”
“He had the door locked,” said Flick reflecting, “and he tried to throw the lights off—Why, the low-down little pup!”