harm was done it only served him right. "It doesn't matter—don't worry."
"I'll do my best, I promise you, that your talk with me shall go no further."
"Very good; do what you can."
"In the meantime," I pursued, "George Corvick's possession of the tip may, on his part, really lead to something."
"That will be a brave day."
I told him about Corvick's cleverness, his admiration, the intensity of his interest in my anecdote; and without making too much of the divergence of our respective estimates mentioned that my friend was already of opinion that he saw much further into a certain affair than most people. He was quite as fired as I had been at Bridges. He was moreover in love with the young lady: perhaps the two together would puzzle something out.
Vereker seemed struck with this. "Do you mean they're to be married?"
"I daresay that's what it will come to."
"That may help them," he conceded, "but we must give them time!"
I spoke of my own renewed assault and con-
