"What else? You put in something else, didn't you? Something that has made you horribly afraid!"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Kervyn—I don't know what it is. I must not know. It is a matter of honour."
"If you don't know what it is you carry in that satchel you evidently suspect what it might prove to be."
"Yes."
"You have very strong suspicions?"
"Yes, I have."
"Why did you take such a thing?"
"I promised."