“No.”
“How long have you been in his employ?”
“That is a private matter, Mr. Cammerford, which concerns no one but myself and Mr. Hemster. Besides, to tell you the truth, I came here to receive information, not to impart it; so it is useless to question me further.”
“Oh, one more won’t do any harm,” said Cammerford, rising when I had risen; “do you think old Hemster will consent to see me?”
“I am almost certain that he will.”
“Through your recommendation, eh?”
“No, I shall strongly advise him not to see you.”
“Well, I’m damned if I understand your game. It’s either too deep or too mighty shallow for me.”
“It doesn’t occur to you, Mr. Cammerford, that there’s no game at all, and therefore there can be neither depth nor shallowness. You are troubling your mind about what does not exist.”
“Then I am forced to take refuge in my former assumption, not at all a flattering one, which is that you’re a fool.”