"You are no help at all!" cried Deaves. He turned like a demented person, and ran down-stairs.
Evan thought he had seen the last of him.
But on the afternoon of the following day he returned once more. He was still perturbed, but his desperate agitation had passed; there was even a certain smugness about him. Clearly something had happened to ease his mind.
"Well, what did you do?" asked Evan.
Deaves looked confused. "Well—I couldn't make up my mind what to do," he confessed. "I—I didn't do anything."
"Just what I advised," said Evan. "Then what happened?"
Deaves evaded a direct answer. "I came to ask you if you would accompany me on a little expedition to-night?"
"What for?" demanded Evan.
"Is it necessary for me to tell you? I would pay you well."
"It's not a question of pay," said Evan. "I must know what I'm doing."