"I did not know it myself, dear boy!" said I, without looking at him. I did not particularly care to see the expression of his face. But I went on, callously: "I don't know when—I have been so pleased with myself. Couldn't you make use of my character in your next work of fiction? 'The Traitor Confidant' would be a capital title, and I shall take great pleasure in furnishing more 'copy' for the character."
"But, Dick, don't you see what a shabby trick you have played upon Miss Lamb?"
"Of course I do. That is where the villainy comes in. And won't it be nuts when the letter arrives!"
