Come with me." And he began to walk on, Gilks sullenly following.
"You saw Wyndham the other day ?" said Silk.
"Suppose I did ?" "What did he want ?" "I don't know--some foolery or other.

I didn't listen to him." "You needn't tell lies.

What did he want, I say ?" "How should I know ?" retorted Gilks.
"What did he want?
do you hear ?" repeated the other.
"He wanted me to let him blab about something--about Beamish's it was." "And did you tell him he might ?" "Yes.

I said he might blab about me too for all I cared.

And so he may.