"About Gerry Wade?"
"Yes, about Gerry Wade."
Jimmy waited.
"Well?" he inquired at last.
"I don't know that I ought to," said Ronny.
"Why?"
"I'm bound by a kind of promise."
"Oh! Well then, perhaps you'd better not."
There was a silence.
"And yet, I'd like—You see, Jimmy, your brains are better than mine."