"I'm in no hurry," he observed contentedly. "I could stop here for a month if it wasn't for that blessed appointment."
Had it been possible, nothing would have pleased me more than to let him hear the whole story, for I knew well that when it came to a tight corner no one could have a more loyal and trustworthy friend. For the present, however, until things began to shape themselves a little more clearly, I was still determined that anything which concerned Christine and her uncle should remain my own secret. By letting out the truth, even to Bobby, I might be running her into all sorts of danger, and no thought of my own safety would have induced me to take the risk.
Under the circumstances, the best plan seemed to be to repeat the same version of my adventures that I had given to Ross. So, starting with the arrival of Mr. Drayton's cable at Leixoes, I plunged straight into the story of my interview in Bedford Row, and of my eventful journey back to the docks. I went on to explain how Ross and I had come down to the island, and made the acquaintance of Bascomb and Dr. Manning. I described my first impressions of both, and finished up by giving him a full report of my conversation with the former and the various details which I had been able to gather with regard to my late uncle's peculiar habits.
Lying back, with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, he listened to me in absolute silence. Even when I had finished he remained for a moment in the same attitude, then, swinging himself up into a sitting position, he reached out for his glass and drained off the contents.
"I congratulate you, Jack," he said. "It's a damned good yarn, and you told it very nicely."
"Well, what do you make of it?" I enquired. "That's the important point."
He puffed thoughtfully at his cigar.
"I don't want to say anything rude about your relations," he observed, "but you certainly seem to have struck a peach in the way of uncles."
"It looks as if somebody had disliked him," I agreed. "All the same, I don't see why they should work off their spite on me."
Bobby brooded over the problem with a meditative frown.