“Oh, mine’s all right, except for the absence of photographs.”
“I say, Trevor.”
“Yes?” said Trevor, stopping at the door. Milton’s voice had taken on the tone of one who is about to disclose dreadful secrets.
“Would you like to know what I think?”
“What?”
“Why, I’m pretty nearly sure who it was that ragged my study?”
“By Jove! What have you done to him?”
“Nothing as yet. I’m not quite sure of my man.”
“Who is the man?”
“Rand-Brown.”