"Now, perhaps it would be in the interest of this particular friend of mine if he made it worth your while to--say no more to anybody, eh ?" "Very much worth his while, Mr.Folliot," declared Glassdale.
"Aye, well," continued Folliot.

"This very particular friend would just want to know, you know, how much you really, truly know! Now, for instance, about these two men--and one in particular--that Braden was after?
Did--did he name 'em ?" Glassdale leaned a little nearer to his companion on the rose-screened bench.
"He named them--to me!" he said in a whisper.

"One was a man called Falkiner Wraye, and the other man was a man named Flood.

Is that enough ?" "I think you'd better come and see me this evening," answered Folliot.
"Come just about dusk to that door--I'll meet you there.

Fine roses these of mine, aren't they ?" he continued, as they rose.