Oh, Jack. Poor sweet, pretty, dumb Jack. He would want to hope for the best, believe all these potential explanations to be possible, and of course they were decent arguments. Daphne just happened to know the truth. She hesitated slightly, finally shifting a bit to look at Jack. "I could ask, if you want," she offered. "I don't know if anyone would admit to it if it is true, but I suppose we may owe it to them to hear their side."