“Ah, Holden!” The Doctor looked a little surprised. “Want to see me, do you?”
“Yes, sir, if you please. It’s about ‘Hairbreadth Harry,’ sir.”
“About—who?” asked the Doctor bewilderedly.
“About that—that dime novel, sir.”
“Oh!” The Doctor frowned. “What about it, Holden?”
“Well, sir, you asked if it was mine and I said it wasn’t. It isn’t mine, but I—I was reading it. It—it was in my possession.”
“So? And whose is it?”
“I’d rather not say, sir, if you please.”
“But Bryant told me it belonged to him. Ah, I see. It belongs to Bryant and you were reading it.”
“No, sir, it isn’t his, Doctor. He—he hadn’t anything to do with it. I had nothing to read one day and somebody had this and I—I borrowed it. I’m sorry.”