"Go bail for you--do anything. I couldn't go bail for you on my own, of
course; but I could hustle round and get some one to do it. Lydia Blair
knows a lot of people--and there's the doctor. Say, Jasper, I'm your
friend, and I'm going to stand by the contract."
The taxi lumbered on again, while I was debating with myself as to what
to say next, or whether or not to say anything. One thing was clear,
that no matter what fate awaited me I couldn't have Drinkwater holding
the sponge for me, nor could I appear in court, or anywhere else, with a
man of his class as my backer.
We were lurching into Broadway when he grasped me suddenly by the arm,
to say:
"Look here, Jasper! To show what I think of you I'm going to make you
listen to that secret. I--I wasn't expecting any one to meet me.
There's no one _to_ meet me. Do you get that?"