“There’ll be an awful row.”
Wint said quietly: “If you don’t want to come through.... If you don’t want to make it stick, help me out, why, now’s the time to say so, and get out.”
“Good Lord!” Foster cried. “Of course I’ll stick. Nothing suits me better. I’m.... I tell you, you don’t know what you’ve started. But I’m with you, Wint. All along the line. Absolutely.”
Wint said: “That’s good.”
“It’s a great chance for me,” Foster said.
Wint chuckled. “Ought to do you and Hardiston both some good.”
“Prosecuting all those cases.”
“Oh, there won’t be many cases,” Wint said cheerfully.
“A lot you know. Why won’t there?”
“Because,” said Wint, “I’m going to see that the first man in here gets soaked, good and proper. I’m going to put the fear of—the fear of me into them.”