He--knows!" Mallalieu dropped into the nearest chair: dropped as if he had been shot.

His face, full of colour from the keen air outside, became as pale as his partner's; his jaw fell, his mouth opened; a strained look came into his small eyes.
"Gad!" he muttered hoarsely.

"You--you don't say so!" "It's a fact," answered Cotherstone.

"He knows everything.

He's an ex-detective.