"To go roughing it down in South America.

I believe you're honest--on the square." Philip stared at him in amazement.
"If I didn't," he went on, rubbing his hands again over the stove, "I'd follow your suggestion, and go to bed.

As it is, I'm going to tell you why I'm up here, on your word of honor to maintain secrecy.

I've got a selfish end in view, for you may be able to assist me.

But nothing must go beyond yourself.