And perhaps he did not care that it should be known that he had some means, whatever they might have been--sufficient, at any rate, to enable him to lend money to people.

These two had a duet down there, like conspirators in a comic opera, of "Sh--ssh, shssh! Secrecy! Secrecy!" It must have been funny, because they were very serious about it.
And for a time the conspiracy was successful in so far that we all concluded that Heyst was boarding with the good-natured--some said: sponging on the imbecile--Morrison, in his brig.

But you know how it is with all such mysteries.

There is always a leak somewhere.

Morrison himself, not a perfect vessel by any means, was bursting with gratitude, and under the stress he must have let out something vague--enough to give the island gossip a chance.