“I give it up,” said Sinclair.
Collins was taking little notice. He was in a furious mood. The morning papers had come out with full details, not only of the crime, but of the telephone messages and the letter to the Central News, which made excellent copy, but was in the highest degree indiscreet.
“Who the devil has done this?” he had said in the car.
Sinclair had hastily disclaimed all knowledge of it.
“Then it must be Boyce,” said Collins. “He is the only other that knows about it. The fool!”
Presently the man himself came in, puffing and blowing, for he had walked.
Collins tackled him at once.
“I say, Boyce, did you tell the Press all those details which have come out to-day?”
Boyce looked uncomfortable.
“No,” he said. “I have told the Press nothing. I only told the facts to one or two of the Cabinet who were asking me about things yesterday.”