d, you know. But it wasn't that.

"All he said was: 'I wonder how you know so much about it, Bunning.' I
couldn't say anything. Then he said, 'I'm going to ask Dune.' That was
all . . . all," he wretchedly repeated, and then, with a movement of
utter despair, flung his head into his hands, and cried.

Olva, standing straight with his hands at his side, looked through his
window at the world---at the white lights on the lower sky, at the pearl
grey roofs and the little cutting of dim white street and the high grey
college wall. He was to begin again, it seemed, at the state in which
he'd been on the day after Carfax's murder. Then he had been sure that
arrest would only be a question of hours and he had resolutely faced it
with the resolve that he would drain all the life, all the vigour, all
the fun from the minutes that remained to him.

Now he had come back to that. Craven would give him away, perhaps . . .
he would, at any rate, drive him away from Margaret. But he would almost
certainly feel it his duty to expose him. He would feel that that would
end the complication with his sister once and for all---the easiest way.
He would feel it his duty---these people and their duty!

Well, at least he would have his game of football first---no one could
take his afternoon away from him. Margaret would be there to watch him
and he would play! Oh! he would play as he had never played in his life
before!

Bunning's voice came to him from a great distance---

"What are you going to do? What are you going to say to Craven?"

"Say to him? Why, I shall tell him, of course---tell him everything."

Bunning leapt from his chair. In his urgency he put his hands on Olva's
arm: "No, no, no. You mustn't do that. Why it will be as though I'd
murdered you. Tell him I did it. Make him believe it. You can---you're
clever enough. Make him feel that I did it. You mustn't, mustn't---let
him know. Oh, please, please. I'll kill myself if you do. I will
really."

Olva gravely, quietly, put his hands on Bunning's shoulders.

"It's all right---it had to come out. I've been avoiding it all this
time, escaping it, but it had to come. Don't you be afraid of it. I
daresay Craven won't do anything. After all he loves his sister and she
cares for him. That will influence him. But, anyhow, all that's done
with. There are bigger things in question than Craven knowing about
Carfax, and you were meant to tell him---you were really. You've just
forc