not going to allow myself to be beaten. My game of bluff had been successful. Perhaps he was trying the same tactics. He should not succeed.
"As far as you are concerned—perfectly," I said.
I opened the door. Arthur followed me.
"If you persist in coming," I said, "of course you must do so. After all, it does not make much difference; your apartments do not clash with mine."
He winced, but said nothing. He cast a glance, uneasy, suspicious, wretched, at Captain Dillington, and then left the room with me. He opened the front door, and we stepped out into the night air. Captain Dillington remained where we left him. Not another word did he utter.
"Shall I call a cab?" asked Arthur, nervously.
"If you choose," I said carelessly. "You I insist upon accompanying me, so that I cannot help myself. Oblige me, however, by not troubling to talk. I have nothing to say. I don't want any explanation. That house," pointing to No. 121 Lancaster Road, "speaks for itself."
