"Well, I thought I would like to have a little talk with you about a matter--"
Keith, without taking his eyes from his face, shook his head slowly.
"About a friend of yours," continued Plume.
Again Keith shook his head very slowly.
"I have a little information that might be of use to you--that you'd like to have."
"I don't want it."
"You would if you knew what it was."
"No."
"Yes, you would. It's about Squire Rawson's granddaughter--about her marriage to that man Wickersham."
"How much do you want for it?" demanded Keith.