"
"No, but she'll talk all over the place: she'll do just what you
don't want."
Vereker thought a moment, but wasn't so disconcerted as I had
feared: he felt that if the harm was done it only served him
right. "It doesn't matter--don't worry."
"I'll do my best, I promise you, that your talk with me shall go no
further."
"Very good; do what you can."
"In the meantime," I pursued, "George Corvick's possession of the
tip may, on his part, really lead to something."
"That will be a brave day."
I told him about Corvick's cleverness, his admiration, the
intensity of his interest in my anecdote; and without making too
much of the divergence of our respective estimates mentioned that
my friend was already of opinion that he saw much further into a
certain affair than most people. He was quite as fired as I had
been at Bridges. He was moreover in love with the young lady:
perhaps the two together would puzzle something out.
Vereker seemed struck with this. "Do you mean they're to be
married?"
"I dare say that's what it will come to."
"That may help them," he conceded, "but we must give them time!"
I spoke of my own renewed assault and confessed my difficulties;
whereupon he repeated his former advice: "Give it up, give it up!"
He evidently didn't think me intellectually equipped for the
adventure.
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