And yet you wish me to believe that nothing has happened, and that you have no further information than you had then.

That this is so, and that you are really no nearer the FACTS, I am willing to believe from your ignorance of what I have just told you, and your concern at it.

But that you have not been influenced in your JUDGMENT of what you do know, I cannot believe ?" He drew nearer Pendleton, and laid his hand upon his arm.
"I beg you to be frank with me, for the sake of the person whose interests I see you have at heart.

In what way will the discovery I have just made affect them?
You are not so far prejudiced as to be blind to the fact that it may be dangerous because it seems corroborative." Pendleton coughed, rose, took his stick, and limped up and down the room, finally dropping into an armchair by the window, with his cane between his knees, and the drooping gray silken threads of his long moustache curled nervously between his fingers.
"Mr.Hathaway, I WILL be frank with you.

I know nothing of this blank affair--blank it all!--but what I've told you.