I supposed I had. But never thought of it. Why should I?
Alan added musingly: "It's queer—because I was wondering if it would chance to be there now, and there it is."
"But, Alan, see here—you're making a mystery of this. Heaven knows it's mysterious enough of itself, without your adding more."
He smiled. I saw suddenly a grimness as the smile faded and he set his wide, thin lips. There were things which he was beginning to piece together. Things, involving us so soon into such a maelstrom of events! But now, Alan only said:
"This Dr. Turber—Wolf Turber—have you ever heard of him?"
"No," I said. "What has he to do with this? Whatever it is, you've guarded it very carefully from me, Alan."
There must have been a touch of bitterness in my tone. He laughed. "Nonsense! I haven't known anything worth discussing."
Nanette touched me: "It was something father told us just before he died. Just a theory of his—a suspicion."
"So inexplicable," said Alan. "But he was so earnest, that morning he died. Telling us what might be things of scientific fact, but probably would never be disclosed—to us or any one. Yet now it may be—these things this morning seem to fit in. Ed, it's no secret—not from you."