“His confederate?”
“Of course. Didn’t you know? Slater really writes the things for which
Sweeting gets the credit.”
“O, come, Voules! Here’s one of your foolhardy calumnies. You really
should be careful. Some day you’ll get into trouble.”
“O, very well!”
“You talk as if it were an open secret.”
“You know Sweeting as well as I. Do you recognize his style in the
Nonconformist lucubrations? Possibly you’ve had letters from him?”
“I’ve some specimens of letters _to_ him now—letters from admirers.
If anything were needed to refute your absurd statement, there they
are in evidence.”
He gave a little dry laugh; then touched my sleeve eagerly.
“You wouldn’t think it abusing a confidence to show me those letters?”
“I don’t know why. Sweeting’s laid no embargo on me.”
“Very well. If you’ll let me, I’ll come home with you now.”