It's a mistake to share secrets with more than one person." "There is a secret, then!" asked the solicitor, half slyly.
"Might be," replied Glassdale.

"Who's your client ?" The solicitor pulled a scrap of paper towards him and wrote a few words on it.

He pushed it towards his caller, and Glassdale picked it up and read what had been written--Mr.Stephen Folliot, The Close.
"You'd better go and see him," said the solicitor, suggestively.

"You'll find him reserved enough." Glassdale read and re-read the name--as if he were endeavouring to recollect it, or connect it with something.
"What particular reason has this man for wishing to find this out ?" he inquired.
"Can't say, my good sir!" replied the solicitor, with a smile.

"Perhaps he'll tell you.