I was going myself," Duncombe said, a little doubtfully.
"You idiot!" his friend said cheerfully, yet with a certain emphasis.
"English from your hair to your boots, you'd go in there and attempt to pump people who have been playing the game all their lives, and who would give you exactly what information suited their books.

They'd know what you were there for, the moment you opened your mouth.

Honestly, what manner of good do you think that you could do?
You'd learn what they chose to tell you.

If there's really anything serious behind all this, do you suppose it would be the truth ?" "You're quite right, I suppose," Duncombe admitted, "but it seems beastly to be doing nothing." "Better be doing nothing than doing harm!" Spencer declared.

"Look round the other cafes and the boulevards.