These men would read his perplexed face as if it were a printed page.

In his distress he was prepared to hear Winter or that little satyr, Furneaux, say mockingly: "Why are you trying to screen James Creighton Forbes?
What is he to you?
What matter his fame or social rank?
We are here to see that justice is done.

Out with the truth, let who may suffer." But neither of the pair said anything of the sort.

Furneaux only interjected a sarcastic comment.
"You will observe, Mr.Theydon, that even in a minor instance of deductive reasoning, such as this, the man who smells rather than the man who smokes tobacco solves the problem promptly." Theydon threw out his hands in token of surrender.

He thought he saw a means of escape, and took it unhesitatingly.
"I'm vanquished," he said.