"Not long," replied Carpenter, dryly.
"Well, I really am awfully sorry; but, you see, I'd promised these men at the end of last term, and I quite forgot about it this morning at Heriot's."
"I see."
"I won't do it again, I swear."
"You won't get the chance!" muttered Carpenter, as Devereux ran after his companions. He looked at his watch, and turned to Jan. "There's plenty of time, Rutter. Which way shall we go?"
Jan came out of the shadow of the hedge; he had remained instinctively in the background, and had no reason to think that Evan had seen him. Certainly their eyes had never met. And yet there had been something in Evan's manner, something pointed in his fixed way of looking at Carpenter and not beyond him, something that might have left a doubt in Jan's mind if a greater doubt had not already possessed it.
"Which way shall we turn?" Carpenter repeated as Jan stood looking at him strangely.
"Neither way, just yet a bit," said Jan, darkly. "I want to ask you something first."
"Right you are."
"There are not so many here that you could say it for, so far as I can see," continued Jan, the inscrutable: "but from what I've seen of you, Carpenter, I don't believe you'd tell me a lie."
"I'd try not to," said the other, smiling, yet no easier than Jan in his general manner.
"That's good enough for me," said Jan. "So what did Devereux mean just now by talking about 'this morning at Heriot's'?"
"Oh, he had breakfast with Heriot, too; didn't I tell you?"
