“Safe?”
“Yes.”
“I say!”
“What is it?”
“You are talking to me in riddles.”
“I can’t help that. The circumstances under which I have come are peculiar. The person who sent me dared not come himself, nor send the customary messenger, and it would not do for it to appear that you had received warning of a certain thing since this information is in the possession of so few that, in case of any leak, it would not be hard to locate it.”
Gorse, it was plain to be seen, was not a little troubled by what had been said, although he said in a sneering way:
“All very nice, and told in about the style in which fortune tellers talk to their dupes, so that no matter what transpires the tale will cover.”
“Treat this so if you choose. As I have said, it is none of my affair. But, I know this, that freedom of speech on your part might save you some trouble.”
“I don’t believe it.”