But there are three of us, and--" "I shouldn't get the police," said Basil in a queer voice.

Rupert glanced at him and stared hard.
"Basil," he cried, "you're trembling.

What's the matter--are you afraid ?" "Cold, perhaps," said the Major, eyeing him.

There was no doubt that he was shaking.
At last, after a few moments' scrutiny, Rupert broke into a curse.
"You're laughing," he cried.

"I know that confounded, silent, shaky laugh of yours.