He looked at his friend shrewdly, and seemed to be waiting for the fuller confession to come from him. Benny debated it an instant, his teeth gnawing the stem of his pipe. Then he spoke. "You mean to say that Philip Gaillarde has gone into Italy to arrest Sir Luton?" "That is exactly how I would put it." "And that he knows the whole story?" "I don’t think there’s any doubt about it. He has been told that Luton Delayne was the man, and he has obtained permission to go to Locarno and to help the police there. It is his own idea—though the local police should be very well able to help themselves. The question for us is one of social jurisprudence. Is it good for the other English, for the people who come here every year, to have this scandal to their discredit? I would go further, and ask, is it at any time wise to push such a case against such a family as the Delaynes? Speaking for myself, I don’t think it is. Luton Delayne is a modern type; I suppose in New York they would understand him very well; but here we are educated slowly. The Swiss police are a little more ignorant than ourselves. I have had a chat with Ardlot, the French secretary at the hotel, and he tells me that they will be merciless if they succeed in arresting the man. We know what that means; perhaps we are interested enough to ask how others might take it." Benny pulled heavily at his pipe. When he removed it from his lips it was to say: "Wouldn’t the singular number be better, Doctor? Shouldn’t we say ’one other’?" "If you like it so, by all means. But, let me tell you, I am talking quite in the dark; I don’t know where Gaillarde speaks the truth; I am quite unaware if Delayne is in Italy, or no. That’s why I came to you—" "Then you believe that I know?" "I am sure you do." For a spell the two men sat looking at each other in silence. Benny neither denied nor affirmed the charge. His eyes searched the flickering fire as though for an inspiration. The problem was clear enough; he wondered if the doctor knew how much it meant to him. "I guess you’re a bit of a thought reader, Doctor," he exclaimed of a sudden, taking up the conversation exactly as it was left. "I do know where Luton Delayne is, and that’s a fact. Let me be as plain with you. What you came here to do was to warn me. You wish me to know that the police are inquiring after him. Don’t you think it’s a little late for that? Gaillarde will be half-way to Brigue by this time. He’ll be in Milan before we’ve done our second breakfast. What’s the good of all this then, knowing what we do? Isn’t it a bit foolish?" Orange hardly understood him. "My dear fellow," he protested, "I was not thinking anything of the kind. Will not the telegraph serve our purpose just as well?" Benny shook his head.