“Then auf Wiedersehen.”
“Auf Wiedersehen.”
“You will not forget the papers?”
“No, I won’t forget, Sergeant.”
Arthur took them back to the truck. He was silent on the way. It was evident that he, too, had plenty to think about. But when they were in the truck again and he was about to do up the canvas, he paused, and leaned on the tailboard.
“Do you like the Sarge?” he said.
“He’s quite a guy, you must be very fond of him.”
“Best pal in the world,” said Arthur curtly. “I was just asking. I wouldn’t like anything to happen to him, if you take my meaning.”
George chuckled. “How would you like to be the most unpopular man in Philadelphia, Arthur?”
“Eh?”