But they never relaxed their attitude, and in the end Bent looked from one to the other with a cast-down countenance in which doubt was beginning to change into certainty.
"You're convinced of--all this ?" he demanded suddenly.

"Both of you?
It's your conviction ?" "It's mine," answered Tallington quietly.
"I'd give a good deal for your sake, Bent, if it were not mine," said Brereton.

"But--it is mine.

I'm--sure!" Bent jumped from his chair.
"Which of them is it, then ?" he exclaimed.

"Gad!--you don't mean to say that Cotherstone is--a murderer! Good heavens!--think of what that would mean to--to----" Tallington got up and laid a hand on Bent's arm.
"We won't say or think anything until we hear what Cotherstone has to say," he said.