“I don’t, indeed. You were very much to blame for not retreating when your better angel gave you the chance. It’s for that you’ll be called to account some day—not the other.”
“Well, I’ll stand up and cry ‘peccavi!’” I said, sadly.
“Renny,” said Duke, from the shadow of his side of the room, “what’s this elder brother of yours like?”
I explained Jason’s appearance to the best of my power.
“Ah,” he said, quietly, “I thought so.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Only I saw him this afternoon taking the bearings of the office from t’other side the street.”
“Very likely. He mentioned something about using my influence with Ripley to give him a berth later on. Probably he was debating his ground.”
“You haven’t given your confidence to any one but me in this matter?”
“No.”