“I say, Ronny,” said Jimmy.

“Well?”

Jimmy found a difficulty in going on.

“You don’t mean⁠—you aren’t thinking⁠—I mean, you haven’t got it into your head that⁠—that, well, I mean he wasn’t biffed on the head or anything? Tredwell’s locking the door and all that.”

It seemed to Jimmy that his words deserved an answer, but Ronny continued to stare straight out in front of him.

Jimmy shook his head and relapsed into silence. He didn’t see that there was anything to do except just wait. So he waited.

It was Tredwell who disturbed them.

“The doctor would like to see you two gentlemen in the library, if you please, sir.”