He now went to the length of linking his arm with mine; I wrenched myself free.
"What is it you want of me?" I demanded.
"The oracle speaks," he cried, gaily. "What do I want? What does every one want?"
"Money?" I asked.
"Intelligence returns," he answered, "and we are getting into smooth water. Yes, John; money."
"Did you track me here?"
"John, John," he said, reproachfully. "Do I look like a spy? Did you ever know me to be guilty of a mean action?"
"Answer my question."
"Being in the witness box I use the customary formula. From information received I was led to suppose that the lost one would be found on this beautiful shore. I flew hither on the wings of love, anxious to serve him, to show my interest in his welfare, to promote his happiness."
"If I refuse to give you money?"