"Rather!"
"Well," he said, moving towards the door, "any time after dark I may look in—if this leads to anything."
"Even if it doesn't, look in and put me out of suspense, like a good fellow-'tec,' Mr. Bolton."
He smiled again. Evidently he was decidedly pleased with himself this morning.
"All right, Mr. Merton. I'll do that much for you."
Just before I opened the door for him I had one last shot.
"Won't you even give me a hint, Mr. Bolton?"
He looked at me for a moment, and then said in a low voice (for we were near the door),
"There's some one in this island who hasn't lived in it all their life—not by any means. I've found that out."
He nodded significantly at me, but his lips closed tight again and I saw there was no more to be got out of him, so I wished him luck and returned to my chair to think.