Doctor Charavay stepped aggressively into the room.
"Now the gendarmes know about the scars," he sneered, "is there any other mystery they wish revealed?"
"Why are you so anxious to get me away?" Colt queried. "You have, none of you, I feel sure, anything to hide. Then why object?"
Tod Robinson lunged forward.
"Why suspect anything?" he countered argumentatively. "Speaking impartially, it all seems very simple to me. In my opinion, Josie LaTour is another victim of crystallisation. Why not just take a look at the Roman rings and see— maybe that will end it."
Colt's sombre eyes flashed me a glance. I hastened to the door, gave orders to a plainclothes man who had just arrived, and sent him hurrying towards the circus property chief. At a word from Colonel Robinson, a man in circus unif
