There's no imagination in all this--I'm speaking of what I know.

I've--curiously enough--got mixed up with these affairs, through no seeking of my own, and I know what's behind the scenes.

If it were known that I'm letting out secrets to you, I should get into trouble.

But, I want to warn you!" Mary stood before him on the path, hesitating.

She knew enough to know that Bryce was telling some sort of truth: it was plain that he had been mixed up in the recent mysteries, and there was a ring of conviction in his voice which impressed her.