But I believe you're the sort of chap to respect a confidence." I didn't rise to the sentiment.

I knew as well as he did that he was bamboozling me, that he was, as he said, only telling me--not the truth, but just what I should hear everywhere.

I did not bear him any ill-will; it was part of the game, that.

But the question was, who was Jack?
It might be Fox himself....

There might, after all, be some meaning in the farrago of nonsense that that fantastic girl had let off upon me.