“Could you go on from here?” he asked, and read them aloud.
“No; not now. But don’t read them. Aggett’s waiting.”
Hartington stooped over the table and picked up a pen.
“I am afraid it is inevitable that you should make an official report,” he wrote.
“Take that to Aggett.”
“You are not going to beat me?”
“No.”
John delivered this reply, and Aggett immediately left the Engine-room. He jerked back the curtain of Hartington’s cabin so that the rings clashed on the rod.
“What’s the meaning of this?”