There was one time when it might have all come out.

A reporter fellow from one of the Boston papers got on the track somehow and came down here to investigate.

Luckily I was the first man he tackled, and I steered him away.

I presume likely I lied some, but my conscience is easy so far as that goes." "And you have told no one?
Not even Nellie ?" "No.

I tell Nellie most things, but not all--not all." I remembered afterwards that he sighed as he said this and took his hand from my knee; but then my agitation was too great to do more than casually notice it.