“Have you no sense of justice—or duty to the state?”
“Quite as much as most people, only I don’t pretend to more than I have—as most people do. Nine men out of ten would protect a friend, only they wouldn’t be so open-mouthed about it.”
“That’s so; and in a way I’m glad you are so frank. Now, if I come to suspect any friend of yours, I shall return to you and get some information—from the things you don’t say!”
“Good for you, Mr Belknap. I like your shrewdness. And, truly, if the time comes when I can help, without running a friend’s head into the noose, I’ll do it.”
“And now, I’m going up to the Lindsay house.”
“I believe I’ll go with you. I may be of some help to them.”
“I thought you were so terribly busy!”
Pollard smiled. “I am. But, my business is a movable feast. I’m a writer, you know.”
“Yes, I know your two books.”
“And I’m just getting out another. I write essays for the magazines, and when I get enough, I bunch ’em up and call it a book.”