Before Jones could reply, Verelst cut in. "The stiletto is his. He has
the opera-ticket. He----"
"Imbeciles tell each other that great men think alike," Jones,
interrupting, remarked at Dunwoodie. "I merely happened to be
forestalling your views, when a recent decision occurred to me and----"
Jones' remarks were lost, drowned by others, by questions, exclamations,
the drivel that amazement creates.
"But, I say----" "Tell me this----" "No evidence!" "The stiletto his!"
"How did Lennox get it?" "Then what about----"
Dunwoodie, fastening on Jones, roared at him. "You tell me the
instrument is yours?"