“All right. Personally, I don’t care very much what happens.”
John went to his chest, changed his boiler suit and dirty shoes for a monkey-jacket, a scarf, and pumps. While he was thus engaged Driss reappeared.
“Hartington hasn’t beaten any of us yet,” he said hopefully.
“No; but he must this time.”
“I suppose so. I should put some padding in, if I were you, Lynwood.”
John smiled. “It isn’t the pain I care for,” he said. “Besides, I’ve made up my mind.”
“Made up your mind?”
But John offered no explanation. With a towel thrown over his arm he was already on his way to the bathroom to wash his hands. Presently he was tapping at Hartington’s door.
“Hullo! I thought you were keeping the First below?”
“I am. Aggett has sent me up with this message for you.”