Toby stared. “And I don’t get you, Tubb,” he said finally. “You know mighty well I didn’t touch Frick!”
“You didn’t? Then who—then why—Look here, aren’t you on pro for it?”
Toby nodded. “But I didn’t do it. I don’t know who did it. Do you?” Toby spoke carelessly, but Tubb’s eyes narrowed.
“Do I? Why should I? You don’t think——” Tubb stopped and swung Toby around by the arm. “You don’t think I did it, do you?”
“Why, I haven’t said——”
“That means you do! Why the dickens haven’t you said so? What are you up to?”
“Do you mean that you didn’t, Tubb?” asked Toby incredulously.
“Of course I didn’t,” was the impatient answer. “I said I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”
“You said you’d think about it.”