"Oh, no," said Randall, with a superior smile "Nothing of that sort."
"Well, what is it?" I asked.
He helped himself to another cigarette. "That," said he, "I can't tell you. In the first place I gave my word of honour as to secrecy before he told me, and, in the next, even if I hadn't given my word, I would not be a party to such a slander by repeating it to any living man." He bent forward and looked me straight in the eyes. "Even to you, Major, who have been a second father to me."
"A man," said I, "has a priceless possession that he should always keep—his own counsel."
"I've only told you as much as I have done," said Randall, "because I want to make clear to you my position with regard both to Phyllis and her father."
"May I ask," said I, "what is Phyllis's attitude towards her father?" I knew well enough from Betty; but I wanted to see how much Randall knew about it.
"She is so much out of sympathy with his opinions that she has gone to live at the hospital."
"Perhaps she thinks you share those opinions, and for that reason won't marry you?"
"That may have something to do with it, although I have done my best to convince her that I hold diametrically opposite views, But you can't expect a woman to reason."
"The unexpected sometimes happens," I remarked. "And then comes catastrophe; in this case not to the woman." I cannot say that my tone was sympathetic. I had cause for interest in his artless tale, but it was cold and dispassionate. "Tell me," I continued, "when did you discover the diabolical nature of the man Gedge?"