"I'm not so sure . . ."
"Not——?" Lanyard murmured, lifting the brows of polite surprise.
"I've got a notion, if the whole truth were known, you and I would find we were travelling in much the same direction . . . in the dark."
"Monsieur does much travelling in the dark?"
"Guess you know what I mean," Morphew's gravity was lightened by a twinkle of genial cunning. "When I say 'in the dark,' I mean, of course, the side of our lives we like to keep covered up."
"This is most interesting," Lanyard protested with animation. "You are going to tell me about that side of your life which you like to keep covered up?"
"No fear." The twinkle broadened into a grin. "Guess I'll let you guess at that, same as I have to guess at yours."
"I hope very truly monsieur does not so waste his time. I can assure him, if his guesswork were to flood with light every nook and by-way of my life, what he would see would not entertain him."
The lines running from Morphew's nostrils to the corners of his mouth took on a sardonic set. "I doubt that, Mr. Lanyard."
"My ways of life are very quiet."