“What does your father think?”
“He doesn’t talk about Ray, and I haven’t emphasized the fact that it is such a long time since I had a letter.”
They were strolling through the garden toward the little summer-house that John Bennett had built in the days when Ray was a schoolboy.
“You have not heard?” she asked. “I credit you with an omniscience which perhaps isn’t deserved. You have not found the man who killed Mr. Maitland?”
“No,” said Dick. “I don’t expect we shall until we catch Frog himself.”
“Will you?” she asked quietly.
He nodded.
“Yes, he can’t go on for ever. Even Elk is taking a cheerful view. Ella,” he asked suddenly, “are you the kind of person who keeps a promise?”
“Yes,” she said in surprise.
“In all circumstances, if you make a promise, do you keep it?”