"Not to a soul," replied the captain; "and you bet, I shall not of course."
"Of course," said Jasper, with a smile; "it wouldn't be worth spending a hundred and fifty to hush it up if you did. Mention such a thing to one person—excepting me, of course,"—and he smiled—"and you let the whole world know. Where did you get all this information?"
"From Bellamy, the boy's chum," said the captain. "He asked me to look him up occasionally."
"I see," said Jasper. "You won't mind my writing a letter or two, will you?"
"Go on," said the captain, lighting the fifth cigarette.
Jasper went to a cupboard and brought out a small bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses.
"The generous glow of so virtuous an action—which by-the-way is strictly illegal—suggests something to drink," he said, with a smile.
The captain nodded.
"I didn't know you did this sort of thing here," he said, looking round.
"I don't as a rule," said Jasper, with a dry smile. "Will you slip that bolt into the door?"