“Old man’s a rum one, isn’t he?”
“How do you know?”
“How do I know?” said Gellow, with a quiet chuckle. “That’s my business. I know everything about you, my dear boy. I have a great personal interest in your proceedings, and every move is reported to me.”
“And, to make matters worse, you have yourself come down to play the spy.”
“Not a bit of it, my dear Glyddyr; but you have cursed and bullied me at such a tremendous rate, that, as I have you on the hook, I can’t help playing you a little.”
“Oh!” snarled Glyddyr furiously.
“But, all the same, I am the best friend you have in the world.”
“It’s a lie!”
“Is it? Well, we shall see. I want you to marry King Gartram’s daughter, and I’ll let you have all you want to carry it out. And by the way, here are three letters for you.”
He took the letters out of his pocket-book, and handed them.