“Jim,” said Mortimer, “I know you prefer to work in the dark, but it makes me uncomfortable to have you go without recognition. I want to have some open acknowledgment of the Nation’s gratitude to you, to ease my own feelings. Would you mind if I did something about it?”
Evans gave his friend a look that spoke his depth of friendship.
“I am well content as it is,” he said. “That is something of a boast, and sometimes I don’t live up to it. But I know that in my better moods I’m not bothered that way. The pleasure of praise tends to cloy. Please give recognition to my better self, and let the reward be always, as now, in the doing.”
THE END