"Our business is with you, and I think you'll feel more at ease on your feet." "What is all this nonsense about, anyway growled Dodge, as he slipped out of bed and wrapped himself in his dressing gown.
"That's what we'll ask you to explain," retorted Greg.

"But let us go about this in a regular manner.

In the first place, Brayton, please understand that you are not being investigated.

It is Mr.Dodge who is under suspicion." "Yes; under fine suspicion!" snarled Dodge.

"You mean I'm to be the victim of a plot hatched by my two old enemies back in the home town." But Greg, ignoring him, turned to his chum.
"Dick, old ramrod, as you're the aggrieved one, I don't suppose you can exactly act as class president in this case.