"You may have to take Jim Mattison after all.

Radnor Gaylord will never ask you again." "Then I'll ask him!" said Polly.
Terry laughed and rose.
"He's in a bad hole, Miss Mathers, but I'm not sure but that I envy him after all." Polly dimpled through her tears; this was the language she understood.
"Good by," she said.

"You'll remember your promise ?" "Never a syllable will I breathe," said Terry, and he put a hand on my shoulder and marched me off.
"She's a fascinating young person," he observed, as we turned into the road.
"You are not the first to discover that," said I.
"I fancy I'm not!" he retorted with a sidewise glance at me.
Terry gazed at the landscape a few moments with a pensive light in his eyes, then he threw back his head and laughed.
"Thank heaven, women don't go in for crime to any great extent! You're never safe in forming any theory about 'em--their motives and their actions don't match." He paused to light a cigar and as soon as he got it well started took up the conversation again.
"It's just as I suspected in regard to Rad, though I will say the papers furnished mighty few clues.

It was the coat that put me on the track coupled with his behavior at the hotel.

You see his emotions when he came out of that cave were mixed.