"Yes; didn't he tell you?"
"He didn't give me the faintest hint—"
"How did he behave? What did he say?"
Mr. Parham-Carter stared a moment in silence.
"What did he say?" snapped out Jack impatiently.
"Say? He said nothing. He just told me he knew the girl, when I asked him."
"Good God!" remarked Jack. And there was silence.
Dick broke it.
"Well, it seems to me we're rather in a hole."
"But it's preposterous," burst out Jack again. "Here's poor old Frank, simply breaking his heart, and here are we perfectly ready to do anything we can—why, the chap must be in hell!"