"And what are they?"
"To request you to supply the promised information."
"But I can't—I really can't!"
"You made a promise, remember. And upon that promise I made you a loan of five hundred pounds."
"I know!" cried the unhappy man, who had sunk so deeply into the mire that extrication seemed impossible. "I know! But it is a promise that I can't fulfil. I won't be your tool any longer. Gad! I won't. Don't you hear me?"
"You must!" declared Weirmarsh, bending forward and looking straight into his eyes.
"I will not!" shouted Sir Hugh, his eyes flashing with quick anger. "Anything but that."
"Why?"
"My efforts in that direction had tragic results on the last occasion."
"Ah!" laughed Weirmarsh. "I see you are superstitious—or something. I did not expect that of you."