“Oh, to-night, eh?” I said. “Who’s at the head of it?”
Nick was silent.
“Well,” I said again, “who’s at the head of it?”
“I can’t tell you, sir.”
“Don’t you know?”
He nodded.
“Well, then, who is it?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“No, of course you can’t,” I said contemptuously, “because it’s all one of your hatched-up plans to curry favour.”
“I swear to you it is the truth, sir,” he whispered. “I heard them talking it over.”