Julian had seated himself on the couch.

His face was ghastly.
"What's the matter ?" Waymark asked anxiously.

"Do you know anything about Ida ?" "She's locked up in the police cells," was the reply.

"My wife has accused her of stealing things from our rooms." Waymark stared at him.
"Cacti, what's the matter with you ?" he exclaimed, overcome with fear, in spite of his strong self-command.

"Are you ill?
Do you know what you're saying ?" Julian rose and made an effort to control himself.
"I know what I'm saying, Waymark I've only just heard it.