"It is nothing of the sort," almost shouted Vernon; then sank his voice to a furious whisper; "my business is perfectly honest and clean. The nature of it requires secrecy, but I take up nothing the doing of which would reflect on my honour. I have precious little money and also a logical way of looking at things. For that reason I trade as Nemo."
"Under the rose, of course," laughed Maunders. "You don't put your goods in the shop window. However, I understand perfectly, and I am willing to come in with you. Oh, make no mistake, my dear chap, I am worth having as a partner, as I know heaps about Tom, Dick, and Harry, which they would rather were kept out of the newspapers."
"I don't run a blackmailing business," said Vernon passionately.
"What a nasty word, and wholly unnecessary. I never suggested blackmailing any one, that I know of. All I say is, that, having a goodish acquaintance with the seamy side of Society life, I can earn my half of the Nemo profits by assisting you."
"And if I refuse?"
"I shall hint--mind you I shan't say anything straight out--but I shall hint that you are a professionally inquisitive person."
"I don't know if you are aware of it," said Vernon slowly, "but you are a scoundrel."
"Oh, dear me, no; not at all," rejoined the other airily, "I am simply a young man with the tastes of a duke and the income of a pauper. Naturally I wish to supplement that income, and your secret business seems to offer advantages in the way of earning immediate cash."
"And if I don't consent you will do your best to ruin me socially?"
"That's business," said Maunders promptly. "Get a man into a corner and skin him at your leisure. Well, do you consent?"