“He knows I’m coming. Well, you haven’t told me who Mr. Sagittarius is.”
“Lady Enid,” said the Prophet, desperately, “I know very little of Mr. Sagittarius beyond the fact that he’s a man, which I’ve already informed you of.”
“Is he an outside broker?”
“No.”
“Then he’s Malkiel. You can’t deny it.”
“I can deny anything,” said the Prophet, who, already upset by the events of the day, was now goaded almost to desperation. “I can and—and must. There’s the horse down again!”
“I shall have to give the man one and sixpence. Are your going to keep your promise to Mrs. Merillia and Sir Tiglath?”
To this question the Prophet determined to give a direct answer, in order to draw Lady Enid away from the more dangerous subjects.
“No,” he said, with a spasm of pain.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to.”