And in the struggle he slipped--it was just by that open doorway--and before I could do more than grasp at him, he shot through the opening and fell! It was sheer, pure accident, gentlemen! Upon my soul, I hadn't the least intention of harming him." "And after that ?" asked Mitchington, at the end of a brief silence.
"I saw Mr.Folliot--Wraye," continued Flood.

"Just afterwards, that was.
I told him; he bade me keep silence until we saw how things went.

Later he forced me to be silent.

What could I do?
As things were, Wraye could have disclaimed me--I shouldn't have had a chance.

So I held my tongue." "Now, then, Collishaw ?" demanded Mitchington.