"I say, Doe," I asked, "aren't you going to tell me where you were going when you joined that knock-kneed idiot Freedham?"
"No," announced Doe.
"But look here," I began, and was just about to tell him that Freedham was an unwholesome creature who had mysterious fits like a demoniac, when I remembered my promise of silence: so I went on lamely: "You will tell me one day, won't you?"
"No," he repeated, feeling very firm and adamant and Napoleonic.
"But, my darling blighter, why not?"
"Because I don't choose to."
"Then you're a pig. But you might, Doe. Out with it. There's nobody but me to hear you. And I understand."
"No."
"Well, tell me, how did you get back so early?"
"You see," answered Doe, cryptically, "the sun came out; and when the sun came out, I came in."