. . . And then I burst in after the hound, as soon as
I realised that he meant mischief of some sort; and, of a sudden,
there was Foe face to face with me, and you others treating him
friendly as friendly. Was it any wonder that, coming on him like
that and after hunting him more than half the world across, I let
myself go?"
"Well, first of all," I answered coldly, "you may disabuse your mind
of any notion that Mr. Collingwood and I were chatting with Doctor
Foe in the way you suspect. As a matter of fact, after you left, we
told him what we were trying to avoid telling him in Miss Denistoun's
presence at the moment when you broke in--that, through his treatment
of you, he had forfeited our friendship."
"Had he come to hear that?" asked Farrell,--"if it's a fair
question."
"It's a perfectly fair question," said I, "and the answer is that he
had not. He had come to give me in person some information for which
I had written to him. . . . Can you guess? It was the precise
latitude and longitude of your island. . . . And now, question for
question.
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