“Yes!”
“I am going to break a promise in order to keep a promise. I think I am justified.”
“What is it?”
“He came here to see me one evening about two months ago.”
“Whom do you mean?”
“James Canterton.”
“And you didn’t tell me!”
“He asked me to promise not to tell, and I liked him for it. I was rather astonished, and I snapped at him. He took it like a big dog. But he asked me to promise something else.”
“What was it?”
“That if ever things were to go badly with you, I would let him know.”