“What then?”
“He—he,” said Dangle, flushing up to be obliged to record the fact in the presence of the other seniors, “he dragged me across the Green.”
“Then you say he attacked you on another occasion on the football field?”
And Dangle had to stand an uncomfortable cross-examination on this incident too.
“What had it all got to do with Rollitt?” asked every one of himself.
“I ask you all these questions, Dangle,” said the doctor, when he had brought this chapter of history up to date, “because it seems to me you are Rollitt’s chief accuser in this matter. I wish I were able to feel that you were not personally interested in your charges proving to be true. That, of course, does not affect the case, as far as Rollitt is concerned. The evidence against him is merely conjecture, so far.”
“But I met him at Fisher’s door that afternoon,” said Dangle, determined to make the most of his strong points.
“Why,” said Fisher, “you told me you didn’t know which my door was, when you first spoke about it.”
“I found out since, and it was the same door.”
“Was he coming out of the room or going in!”