I rose, went towards the house and came upon Jaffery and Susan.

The latter I despatched peremptorily to her ablutions.

Alone with Jaffery, I challenged him.
"You hulking baby," said I, "what's the good of pretending with me?
Why didn't you tell me at once that you had written it yourself ?" He looked at me anxiously.

"What makes you think so ?" "The simple intelligence possessed by the average adult.

First," I continued, as he made no reply but stood staring at me in ingenuous discomfort, "you couldn't have got this out of poor Adrian's mush; secondly, Adrian hadn't the experience of life to have written it; thirdly, I have read many brilliant descriptive articles in _The Daily Gazette_ and have little difficulty in recognising the hand of Jaffery Chayne." "Good Lord!" said he.