“Even that isn’t easy, chum. It’s a devilish hard thing to tell even to you.”
“Is it money trou—?”
“No, no!” Watts interrupted. “It isn’t that. The truth is I’ve a great deal more money than is good for me, and apparently always shall have. I wish it were only that!”
“How can I help you?” began Peter.
“I knew you would,” cried Watts, joyfully. “Just the same old reliable you always were. Here. Draw up nearer. That’s it. Now then, here goes. I shan’t mind if you are shocked at first. Be as hard on me as you like.”
“Well?”
“Well, to make a long story short, I’m entangled with a woman, and there’s the devil to pay. Now you’ll pull me through, old man, won’t you?”
“No.”
“Don’t say that, Peter! You must help me. You’re my only hope.
“I do not care to mix myself in such a business,” said Peter, very quietly. “I would rather know nothing about it.” Peter rose.