"I don't care a turn of my hand whether you tell the fellow or not," drawled Verinder, ignoring the presence of Colter.
The superintendent peered at Moya in his nearsighted fashion over the glasses on his nose. "Can't see that it matters much, Miss Dwight. I'm not worrying a bit about Jack Kilmeny, but, if Colter and you are, I'm willing to tell what I know on condition that you keep the facts to yourselves."
"I'll keep quiet if you haven't injured Jack in any way," Colter amended.
"We haven't. He was sound as a new dollar when I left him Tuesday night. Want to hear the particulars?"
"That's what I'm here for," snapped Colter.
Bleyer told the whole story so far as he knew it.