Brenton, digging in the chaos of the drawer before him, lifted up his head.
"Aren't we, though!" he said, with sudden energy.
"Hullo!" Reed stared at him in astonishment. "You've found it out?"
"I have."
"How long since?"
Brenton hesitated.
"Six or eight months."
Reed laughed unconcernedly.
"Coincident with my home-coming, Scott? I hope I didn't bring the seeds of disaffection with me. But, for a fact, is that the present row?"
"Yes."