"You can't get inside."
"That's true enough. But we can meet outside. I have been inside though, and I made a mess of myself climbing the wall."
"You were inside," began Basil, then suddenly appeared relieved. "I remember; you were there on the day after Aunt Selina was killed."
"I have been there before that," said Cuthbert, wondering why the young man avoided his eye in so nervous a manner.
"Not at—at night?" murmured Saxon, looking away.
"Once I was there at night. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing—nothing. I was just thinking it's a wild place in which to find one's self at night. By the way," added Basil, as though anxious to change a disagreeable subject, "do you think Jarvey Hale a nice fellow?"
"No, I don't. I have met him at Maraquito's, and I don't like him. He's a bounder. Moreover, a respectable lawyer has no right to gamble to the extent he does. I wonder Miss Loach trusted him."
"Perhaps she didn't know of his gambling," said Basil, his eyes wandering everywhere but to the face of his companion; "but, should you think Hale would be hard on a fellow?"
"Yes, I should. Do you owe him money?"