I am in love with a girl, and something about her makes me think she is probably a Yorke-Bannerman." "But, my dear Hubert, if that is so," the great lawyer went on, waving me off with one fat hand, "it must be at once apparent to you that _I_ am the last person on earth to whom you ought to apply for information.
Remember my oath.

The practice of our clan: the seal of secrecy!" I was frank once more.

"I do not know whether the lady I mean is or is not Yorke-Bannerman's daughter," I persisted.

"She may be, and she may not.

She gives another name--that's certain.