“No.”
“Then tell me more plainly,” I said.
“I don’t want to.”
“Look here, Lucius,” I said, “just tell me this much: Is this a fool trip?”
“Certainly not. It will be to your advantage to come.”
“Can’t you give me an inkling?”
“No,” he said. “It wouldn’t be fair to him. And besides, I don’t know just how much he wants to do for you. But take my advice: Come, and come quick.”
“Are you sure it is I that he wishes to see?”
“Nobody else but you will do. Better come, I tell you. Telegraph me what train you take and I’ll meet you at the station.”
“Very well,” I said, and hung up.