“I wish I could,” groaned poor Jack.
“Consider yourself as my guest, whom I delight to entertain.”
“But, I don't like the entertainment.”
“The more the pity.”
“How long is this going to last? Even a prisoner knows the term of his imprisonment.”
“My young friend,” said Foley, “I do not desire to control your inclinations. I am ready to let you go whenever you say the word.”
“You are?” returned Jack, incredulously. “Then suppose I ask you to let me go immediately.”
“Certainly, I will; but upon one condition.”
“What is it?”
“It so happens, my young friend, that you are acquainted with a secret which might prove troublesome to me.”