"Thanks, awfully.

Good reason why he couldn't see it! He knows well enough I didn't do it.

He knows--who did." He bit his lips then, as if he feared that he had said too much.
"Uncle Carl knows?
Then why doesn't he tell?
It wasn't dad!" Jean took a defiant step toward him.

"Art Osgood, if you dare say it was dad, I--I'll kill you!" Art smiled at her with a brief lightening of his eyes.

"I believe you would, at that," he said soberly.