"Matches run out here, too!" he said to Whitney, who was close behind him. "Shall I light your candle?"
Whitney's hand moved toward his pocket, but he remembered in time.
"Thanks!" he answered carelessly. "Perhaps you had better light the lot."
Williamson took out the gun-metal box and struck a small pine match.
"I filled it up again," he remarked. "I always like to have matches handy in an old-fashioned house."
"It's a good plan," Whitney agreed, and went away with his candle.
Five minutes later he opened Andrew's door and found him standing by the window.
"Come in! I'm thinking about that Canadian boat."
"So I expected," Whitney answered meaningly. "But we'll take the other matter first. Seems to me they're connected."
"The matchbox matter? I don't know whether it was a clever trick or not, but I'd like to hear your views."