Part 6 (1/2)
”You mean it?”
”I do.”
”Then please tell me what you are driving at. You appear particularly interested in the death of this old Frenchman, that occurred over forty years ago.”
”What makes you think I am interested?”
”Oh, I can see; you have asked me very strange questions. You have done more; you have questioned me in such a manner as to quicken my memory--yes, you have brought vividly before my mind all that occurred on that day when that Frenchman was killed.”
”Mr. Douglas, you are easily misled.”
”Am I?”
”Yes.”
”No, I am not.”
”Oh, yes.”
”You are seeking to mislead me now, but you can't. You are not a newspaper man, no, sir.”
”I am not?”
”No.”
”What am I?”
”Shall I tell you?”
There came an amused smile to our hero's face, and he appreciated more keenly what a bright old gentleman he was dealing with, and this fact made the man's testimony the more valuable. Our hero said in answer to Mr. Douglas' question:
”Yes.”
”You are a detective; you are not interested in my diary beyond the facts connected with that poor old Frenchman, I can see.”
”Possibly you only imagine it.”
”No, sir; and let me tell you, if you are a detective, and if you are interested in the ident.i.ty of that old Frenchman, tell me the truth, and I may give you a great surprise.”
Jack meditated a moment and concluded that there really was no good reason against his letting the old man know that he was a detective, as at the same time he could ward off all inquiries as to his purpose.
”You think I am a detective?”
”Yes, I do.”
Jack laughed; he did not intend to surrender his secret too fast.
”Maybe you are mistaken.”
”It may be I am, but mark my words: I will withhold my surprise unless I learn the actual truth.”