"There will be more to be done, then, before we can part," I answered.
"I give you the whole night," said he. "So long as you are off ere daybreak, I am content."
"In short, Mr. Romaine," said I, "I have had so much benefit of your advice and services that I am loath to sever the connection, and would even ask a substitute. I would be obliged for a letter of introduction to one of your own cloth in Edinburgh—an old man for choice, very experienced, very respectable, and very secret. Could you favour me with such a letter?"
"Why, no," said he. "Certainly not. I will do no such thing, indeed."
"It would be a great favour, sir," I pleaded.
"It would be an unpardonable blunder," he replied, "What? Give you a letter of introduction? and when the police come, I suppose, I must forget the circumstance? No, indeed. Talk of it no more."
"You seem to be always in the right," said I. "The letter would be out of the question, I quite see that. But the lawyer's name might very well have dropped from you in the way of conversation; having heard him mentioned, I might profit by the circumstance to introduce myself; and in this way my business would be the better done, and you not in the least compromised."
"What is this business?" said Romaine.
"I have not said that I had any," I replied. "It might arise. This is only a possibility that I must keep in view."
"Well," said he, with a gesture of the hands, "I mention Mr. Robbie; and let that be an end of it!—Or wait!" he added, "I have it. Here is something that will serve you for an introduction, and cannot compromise me."
And he wrote his name and the Edinburgh lawyer's address on a piece of card and tossed it to me.
