We didn't part very good friends, but I'm his friend enough--for the sake of others," he added, after a moment's hesitation, "to do all that I could to help him out of any difficulty he may have stumbled into.

So you see that so far as anything you may have to say to him is concerned, I think you might as well say it to me." "You couldn't see your way, then, sir," the man continued doggedly, "to tell me where I could find Mr.Morrison himself ?" "No, I couldn't," Laverick decided.

"Even if I knew exactly where he was--and I'm not admitting that--I couldn't put you in touch with him unless I knew what your business was." The man's eyes gleamed.

He was a typical waiter--pasty-faced, unwholesome-looking--but he had small eyes of a greenish cast, and they were expressive.
"I think, sir," he said, "you've some idea yourself, then, that Mr.
Morrison has been getting into a bit of trouble." "We won't discuss that," Laverick answered.

"You must either go away--it's past nine o'clock and I haven't had my dinner yet--or you must treat me as you would Mr.Morrison." The man looked upon the carpet for several moments.
"Very well, sir," he said, "there's no great reason why I should put myself out about this at all.