Bassett hesitated.
“No” he said at last.
“What you really wanted to do was to see me, then?”
“In a way, yes.”
“I'll ask you one more question. It may clear the air. Does this mean anything to you? I'll tell you now that it doesn't, to me.”
From his pocketbook he took the note addressed to David, and passed it over the table. Bassett looked at him quickly and took it.
“Before you read it, I'll explain something. It was not sent to me. It was sent to my—to Doctor David Livingstone. It happened to fall into my hands. I've come a long way to find out what it means.”
He paused, and looked the reporter straight in the eyes. “I am laying my cards on the table, Bassett. This 'G,' whoever he is, is clearly warning my uncle against you. I want to know what he is warning him about.”
Bassett read the note carefully, and looked up.
“I suppose you know who 'G' is?”