“Then you cannot help me.”
“I can if you will tell me a secret.”
“I prefer to keep my own secrets,” said Scott; “here is your money.”
“Then you will not let me help you?”
“Not at present.”
“Some day you will grind your teeth in rage because you did not accept what I offered.”
“Very well,” said Scott, as he arose to leave the room, “when I want help I will let you know.”
“Then I may be far away.”
Scott made no reply, but left the room, followed by Guy and June.
“I cannot see how she can tell,” said June.