“He may, my Lord, for aught I can tell.”
“If so, he's treating me unfairly,” said Norwood, rising and pacing the room. “As his friend in this affair, there should be no reserve or concealment with me. You can surely say that much, Jekyl, eh? What a close fellow you are!”
“It is so easy not to blab when one has nothing to tell,” said Jekyl, smiling.
“Come, there is something you can tell me. Where does that small corridor behind George's apartment lead to? There is a door at the end of it, and, I fancy, a stair beyond it.”
“That, if I mistake not, leads up to Lady Hester. No, I remember now; it leads to Miss Dalton's room.”
“Just so; I could have sworn it.”
“Why so, my Lord?” asked Jekyl, whose curiosity was now excited to the utmost.
“That 's my secret, Master Jekyl.”
“But the door is always locked and bolted from within,” said Jekyl, “and there is no keyhole on the outside.”
“I'll not stand pumping, Jekyl. If you had been frank with me, perhaps I should have been as open with you.”