Vinal inclined his head.
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know."
"Has he left the city?"
"I don't know. I suppose so."
"And you gave him money?"
Vinal was silent again. Morton took his silence for assent.
"When he comes again, tell me of it, and let me speak to him. Possibly I may find means to rid you of him. Meantime remember this. He has given your letter up to me. He has no proofs to show against you, unless he has other letters of yours;—is that the case?"
Vinal shook his head.
"Then, if he proclaims you, his word will not be taken, unless I sustain it; and I shall keep silent unless you give me some new cause to speak. I do not see that he can harm you much without my help; so give him no more money, and set him at defiance."