“What d’you think I’d ought to do?” asked Eddy, almost in a whisper.
“Suppose we talk it over,” said Ross.
“Yes—but—I dunno who you are.”
“Well, let’s say I’m Ives.”
Eddy sprang back as if he had been struck.
“Ives!”
“Look here!” said Ross. “I’m going to tell you what I did.”
And, very bluntly, he told. Eddy listened to him in silence; it was a strange enough thing, but he showed no surprise.
“D’you think it’ll work?” he asked, when Ross had finished.
“I hope so. Anyhow, there’s a chance. Now, you better tell me the whole thing. There’s a lot that I don’t know—and I might make a bad mistake.”