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"Not Bolla,
I suppose?"
"Bolla and all the rest, of course. Enrico, what
is the matter with you?"
"Well, he's not likely to be let out in a hurry,
poor lad, when a comrade has betrayed him.
Ugh!" Enrico took up the shirt again in disgust.
"Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh, how dreadful!"
Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. Enrico
turned quickly round.
"Why, wasn't it you?"
"I? Are you off your head, man? I?"
"Well, they told him so yesterday at interrogation,
anyhow. I'm very glad if it wasn't you, for I
always thought you were rather a decent young
fellow. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the
corridor and Arthur followed him, a light breaking
in upon the confusion of his mind.
"They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course
they did! Why, man, they told me he had betrayed
me. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to
believe that sort of stuff?"
"Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at
the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at
Arthur, who merely shrugged his shoulders.


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