Armstrong shifted uncomfortably, then he tacked.
“Just one more question, a repetition again of your own. Have you the attainment of this object you suggest definitely in sight? You’re older than I and have been playing the game some time yourself.”
“I think so.”
“Do you know so?”
“As nearly as a man can know anything that hasn’t come to pass.”
“Just how, Darley? I’m absolutely in the dark in regard to your deals and I’m curious to know the inside. You’ve got something particular in mind, I know, or you wouldn’t speak that way.”
For the first time in minutes Roberts looked at the other, looked steadily, blankly.
“I’m sorry genuinely, Armstrong, but I can’t tell you now. Don’t misunderstand, please. 31 I’d tell you if I were not under obligation; but I’m not at liberty yet to say.” His glance left the other’s face. “I trust you understand.”
“Yes, certainly.” The voice was short. “No offence, I’m sure.”
That there was offence was obvious, yet Roberts made no further comment or explanation.