"Miss Drake is coming to you as a client," said Bojo, deciding to speak, "to consult you about her interests. So long as it is about her business affairs, it seems quite natural, doesn't it, that you should keep her confidence?"
"Eh, what?" said Mr. Swift, frowning. He seemed to repeat the question to himself, and answered grudgingly: "Of course, of course, that's all right, that's true. If it is only to consult me about your business affairs—"
"'Your promise. No one is to know what I do'"
"It is absolutely that," said Patsie hastily. She stood beside him, holding out her hand obstinately. "Your promise. No one is to know what I do."
Mr. Swift made a mental reservation and nodded his head. The three sat down.
"How much have I deposited in stocks and bonds to my account?" asked Patsie.
"Do you wish a list?" said Mr. Swift, preparing to touch a button.
"No, no, not now; only the value—in a general way."