And the other night, being somewhat under the influence of drink, and talking the matter over with his mates at a tavern, he let out some dark hints that he could tell something if he liked.

Of course, he was pressed to tell them--and wouldn't.

Then--so my informant tells me--he was dared to tell, and became surlily silent.

That, of course, spread, and got to my ears.

I've seen Collishaw." "Well ?" asked Bryce.
"I believe the man does know something," answered Mitchington.