“Suppose you and I don’t go down to luncheon,” said Scottie to Ivanhoe; “I am not a bit hungry, and would very much prefer remaining up here; how is it with you?”
“That’s my fix, exactly; I’m glad you mentioned it. Take my arm, and let us have a walk and a talk both.”
“Agreed; now what did your spy report, a moment ago, about the two detectives?”
“I shall find out everything that is going on. It is such rare sport, too, to be tracking detectives who imagine themselves to be so clever!”
“Oh, bother the clever detectives! tell me what you know.”
“Now, Scottie, don’t you begin to lose your temper; you know I have made a confidante of you.”
“I think you and I ought to be very good friends.”
“So do I.”
“I think we ought to know more about each other.”
“So do I.”