At the end he nodded his head in approval.
"Now we will see what M.Wethermill has to say," he said, and he stretched out the paper towards Harry Wethermill, who throughout the luncheon had not said a word.
"No, no," cried Ricardo.
But Harry Wethermill already held the written sheet in his hand.

He smiled rather wistfully at his friend.
"It is best that I should know just what you both think," he said, and in his turn he began to read the paper through.

He read the first eight points, and then beat with his fist upon the table.
"No no," he cried; "it is not possible! I don't blame you, Ricardo.
These are facts, and, as I said, I can face facts.

But there will be an explanation--if only we can discover it." He buried his face for a moment in his hands.

Then he took up the paper again.
"As for the rest, Helene Vauquier lied," he cried violently, and he tossed the paper to Hanaud.