"Give me the chance, Mr.Hollins!" "Then give me your word that whatever happens, whatever comes, you'll not mention to the police that you've seen me tonight, and that whenever you're questioned you'll know nothing about me!" he said eagerly.
"Twelve hours' start--aye, six!--means safety to me, Moneylaws.

Will you keep silence ?" "Where's Miss Dunlop ?" asked I.
"You can be with her in three minutes," he answered, "if you'll give me your word--and you're a truthful lad, I think--that you'll both bide where you are till morning, and that after that you'll keep your tongue quiet.

Will you do that ?" "She's close by ?" I demanded.
"Over our heads," he said calmly.

"And you've only to say the word--" "It's said, Mr.Hollins!" I exclaimed.

"Go your ways! I'll never breathe a syllable of it to a soul! Neither in six, nor twelve, nor a thousand hours!--your secret's safe enough with me--so long as you keep your word about her--and just now!" He drew his free hand off the table, still watching me, and still keeping up the revolver, and from a drawer in the table between us pulled out a key and pushed it over.
"There's a door behind you in yon corner," he said.