"Mr. Halkett," leaning swiftly toward him over the handrail above—"he is the most ignoble of creatures! And after five years I learned only yesterday that he sells his filthy secrets in two markets!—Three, perhaps; I don't know how many! And I no longer care! It ceases to interest me!"
"Wait! It interests me!"
"But I can't say any more to you than I have——"
"Why not?"
"I don't know. Can I? You know better than I. But I don't wish to betray anybody, even such a man as—as——"
"Wildresse?"
"Yes."
"Is he also betraying France?"
"I—I don't know. I suppose it is that. I haven't yet tried to comprehend it——"
"What was the paper you started to forward, then read, and finally burned?"