[I FIND AN UNEXPECTED FRIEND]
Glen bade Roper take the handkerchief from my mouth, and when that was done his creased face smiled at me over the lantern.
"About the Royal Fortune?" he said smoothly.
Peter Tortue nodded, and absently cleaned the blade of his knife upon the thighs of his breeches. There was no reply for me to make, and I waited.
"You were over to St. Mary's to-day?"
"Yes."
"What did you do there?"
"I bought a pair of silk stockings and some linen."
George Glen sniggered like a man that leaves off a serious conversation to laugh politely at a bad joke.
"But it's true," I cried.