“I don’t care in the least whether you harm him or not. But I’ll try to arrange that you drop Crestwick.”
Batley considered this for a moment or two.
“Well,” he said, “I’m sorry we can’t agree; but as regards Crestwick you can only head me off by forcing Gladwyne to interfere. Between ourselves, do you think he’s a man who’s likely to take a bold course?”
“I think so—in the present case.”
“You mean if the pressure’s sufficient. Now you have given me a glimpse at your hand and I’ll be candid. Gladwyne rather let me in, and there’s a risk in dealing with a lad who’s to all intents and purposes a minor; I’ve gone about as far with him as I consider judicious. Don’t do anything that may damage Gladwyne financially without giving me warning, and in return I’ll let Crestwick go. To some extent, I only got hold of him as an offset to the trouble I’ve had with Gladwyne. Is it a bargain? You can trust me.”
“We’ll let it go at that,” replied Lisle. “But I’ll keep my eye on you.”
Batley’s gesture implied that he would not object to this, and he turned away, leaving the Canadian to walk back to Nasmyth’s thoughtfully. Lisle did not think he had done Gladwyne much harm by his tacit admissions, and he had some degree of confidence in Batley’s assurance.