"Well," answered Doctor Anderson, in a constrained manner, "if I confess the honest plain truth, I am."
"It is simple enough; the man did not know that he was on my vessel, or it would be about the last vessel in the world he would have chosen for refuge."
"Refuge?"
"Yes; refuge is the word. Now I am the worst man in the world at half confidences. Tell me, are you a good man to keep a secret, doctor?"
"I am."
"Then I may tell you something that will rather startle you."
"You will?"
"Yes. That poor wretch you have the charge of is the worst enemy that I have. It is my old schoolfellow, Hunston."
"Hunston!"
"Yes. You remember the name, I perceive."