“You think not?”
“Sure of it.”
“You think he’ll throw it up?”
“I rather suspect he won’t be at liberty to attend to it. He’ll want his full attention to his own consarns.”
Mr. Scantlebray tipped off his glass.
“It’s going to be a dirty night,” said he. “You won’t mind my spending an hour or two with you, will you?”
“I shall be delighted. Have you any business in the place?”
“Business—no. A little pleasure, maybe.” After a pause, he said, “But, old man, I don’t mind telling you what it is. You are mum, I know. It is this—the trap will shut to-night. Snap it goes, and the rats are fast. You haven’t been out on the cliffs to-day, have you?”
“No—bless me!—no, I have not.”
“The Black Prince is in the offing.”