"If you say anything about this," whispered Grafton hoarsely, "I'll—I'll—
Come in!"
"Who is here?" asked Mr. Whipple's voice as the door swung open.
"I, sir, and Garwood," answered Grafton.
"Ah! Garwood! And which one of you, may I ask, has been smoking cigarettes?"
There was a moment's silence. Then,
"Nobody in here, sir," answered Grafton.
"That will do, Hyde. Don't attempt to shield him," said Mr. Whipple coldly.
"Light the gas, please."
Grafton slid off the window seat and groped toward where Kenneth was standing.
"Yes, sir," he said, "as soon as I can find a match." He brushed heavily against Kenneth.
"I beg your pardon, Garwood. I'm all turned around. Where—? Oh, here they are." A match flared and Grafton lighted the droplight. Mr. Whipple turned to Kenneth, a triumphant smile on his thin features.