Mr. P. Foreman was a private detective, but he certainly spoke like a gentleman. Throughout the interview he had conducted himself with moderation; there was even a sadness in his manner which, now that so reasonable a course was suggested, impressed itself upon Arthur.
"I am quite willing," he said, "to do what you ask, though I dispute your right, mind."
"I understand that," said Mr. P. Foreman.
"It is only," continued Arthur, "because I am to be married in the morning, and wish to spare a young lady's feelings, that I submit."
There was a deeper sadness in Mr. P. Foreman's voice as he observed, "To be married in the morning! I must be mistaken." He took a step towards the door.
"No, you don't go now," exclaimed Arthur. "I insist upon your stopping, and being completely satisfied. There's my coat. Search the pockets."
But Mr. P. Foreman would not touch the garment. "If you insist," he said, "you must go through the formality yourself. I should be ashamed to have a hand in it."
"You are a good fellow, after all," said Arthur, with a great sigh of relief. Will you have a glass of champagne?"
"Thank you," said Mr. P. Foreman. Arthur filled two glasses. "Your health," he said.
"Your health," said Mr. P. Foreman. "Allow me to wish you joy and happiness."