"I prefer to go personally."
"Is she so very attractive to you?"
Matheson, sick at heart, reached for his hat and stick preparatory to taking his leave.
A sudden thought struck Olive. "You swear to me that you've told no one you're Clifford Matheson?"
"No one knows beyond yourself, Larssen, and Sylvester."
"And you'll tell no one else?"
"I must reserve that right."
"It's not in our bargain!" protested Olive. "You were to disappear completely."
"It won't affect our bargain," he retorted.
"That's for me to say."