All this conversation had distracted my mind a good deal, and I began to feel better. For several minutes I was silent, wrapped in thought, and Dick had tact enough not to interrupt me. I was mentally debating if Dick might not, in more ways than one, prove a useful associate with Osborne, Preston and myself in our task of unveiling the gang of clever rogues and getting them convicted. One thing, which had struck me at once, but that I had not told Dick, for fear of exciting him too much, was that Bedlington was the large town nearest to Eldon Hall, the Earl of Cranmere's seat, the place the mysterious, unseen man in the house in Grafton Street had asked Jack Osborne about while he lay bound upon the bed; also that February 28th was the date when Cranmere's eldest son would come of age, on which day a week's festivities at Eldon would beginand festivities at Eldon were events to be remembered, I had been told. What most occupied my thoughts, however, was the question I had asked myselfshould I make a confidant of little Dick and tell him how things now stood between Dulcie and myself?
"Dick, old boy," I said, at last, "I wonder if I can treat you as I would a grown manas I would treat some grown men, I should say."
"I dare say you could, brother-in-law," he answered. "Why don't you try?"
"Supposing that you were not to become my brother-in-law, as you seem so fond of calling me, would you be sorry?"
"I jolly well think I should!" he replied, looking up sharply. "But what makes you say a thing like that? It's all rot, isn't it?"
He seemed, as he looked at me with his big brown eyes which were so like Dulcie's, to be trying to discover if I spoke in jest or partly in earnest.
"You are going to marry Dulcie, aren't you? You're not going to break it off? You haven't had a row or anything of that kind"
"No, not exactly a row," I said, staring into his nice frank face.
"Then why do you talk about not becoming my brother-in-law? If you don't marry Dulcie you'll jolly nearly kill her. You don't know how fearfully fond of you she is. You can't know, or you wouldn't talk about not marrying her."
"I haven't talked about not marrying her," I answered hurriedly. "Tell me, Dick, is that truewhat you say about her being so awfully fond of me?"