"That does not follow," disputed Mark Inglefield, annoyed at Mr. Parkinson's pertinacity, but seeing no way to avoid it without incurring the risk of reviving Mr. Manners's suspicions.
"That's where the chances are, at all events," said Mr. Parkinson. "You see, sir, that you can't help being dragged into this bad business."
"And if I decline to be dragged into it?"
"It is what very few men would do, sir. I should say--and I think most of those round us will agree with me--that you are bound to do all you can to assist me in discovering the scoundrel who would ruin you as well as me."
Mr. Manners looked straight at Mark Inglefield. Mr. Parkinson's view tallied with that which he had expressed to Inglefield in their interview.
"I will do what I can," he said, "but I really am at a loss how to take even the first step."
"Thank you for saying so much, sir. We are all at a loss, but I don't intend to rest till I discover the scoundrel. You'll not object to giving me your name and address."
"What for?" demanded Mark Inglefield, wishing that the earth would open and swallow his tormentor.
"Give it to him," said Mr. Manners, quietly.
Thus forced to comply, Mark Inglefield, with a show of alacrity, handed Mr. Parkinson his card.