"Inside? What the deuce do you mean?"
Frank made a tiny deprecating gesture.
"Well, what it's all about, you know ... Jack."
"Yes."
"It's a frightfully priggish thing to say, but I'm extraordinarily interested as to what's going to happen next—inside, I mean. At least, sometimes; and then at other times I don't care a hang."
Jack looked bewildered, and said so tersely. Frank leaned forward a little.
"It's like this, you see. Something or other has taken me in hand: I'm blessed if I know what. All these things don't happen one on the top of the other just by a fluke. There's something going on, and I want to know what it is. And I suppose something's going to happen soon."
"For God's sake do say what you mean!"
"I can't more than that. I tell you I don't know. I only wish somebody could tell me."
"But what does it all amount to? What are you going to do next?"