Mr. Colt was vexed, a little hurt, that the Master had not consulted him about it.
"You mean to say it contained—"
"—The same sort of thing, no doubt: charges against Brother Bonaday and against one of the nurses: incredibly disgusting, as you say."
"May I be allowed to compare the two letters?… I do not," said Mr. Colt stiffly, "seek more of your confidence than you care to bestow."
"My dear fellow—" protested the Master.
"I merely suggest that, since it concerns the discipline of St. Hospital—for which in the past you have honoured me with some responsibility—"
"My dear fellow, you should see it and welcome; but the fact is—" Here the Master broke off. "I ought, no doubt, to have put it straight into the fire."
"Why?" asked Mr. Colt.
"But the fact is, I gave it away."
"Gave it away!… To whom, may I ask?"