So I've found out that much, anyhow," he concluded triumphantly.
The girl eyed him for a moment in silence; then she shook her head.
"I'm not going to be caught that way, either," she smiled.

"You know--just what you did in the first place about it: nothing." The man stirred restlessly and pondered.

After a long pause he adopted new tactics.

With a searching study of her face to note the slightest change, he enumerated: "Was it Cyril, then?
Will?
Aunt Hannah?
Kate?
It couldn't have been Pete, or Dong Ling!" Billy still smiled inscrutably.

At no name had Bertram detected so much as the flicker of an eyelid; and with a glance half-admiring, half-chagrined, he fell back into his chair.
"I'll give it up.