I never thought of that." He looked relieved.

For all that, he presently passed his hand over his forehead and nervously chewed his cheroot.
"There is something else," I said.
"You are right.

There is.

It is a secret.

Promise me it shall go no further--than the Press?
Nay, swear that you will KEEP it for the Press!" "I promise." "Thank you SO much.