It's nothing to do with you.

A man's a fool when he gets talking.

The tongue trips you up." "Thalassa," said Charles solemnly, "if you know anything which might throw the remotest light on this mystery it is your duty to reveal it." "It's easy to talk.

But I swore--I swore I would never tell." "This is the moment to forget your oath." "It's fine to talk--for you.

But he'd come back to haunt me, if he knew." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the distant churchyard where Robert Turold lay.
Charles looked at his grim and secret face in despair.