“I’ve had a long talk with Kangaroo about you to-day,” he said.
“Who’s Kangaroo?”
“He’s the First,” replied Jack slowly. And again there was silence. Somers kept himself well in hand, and said nothing.
“A lawyer—well up—I knew him in the army, though. He was one of my lieutenants.”
Still Somers waited, without speaking.
“He’d like to see you. Should you care to have lunch with him and me in town to-morrow?”
“Have you told him you’ve talked to me?”
“Oh yes—told him before I did it. He knows your writings—read all you’ve written, apparently. He’d heard about you too from a chap on the Naldera. That’s the boat you came by, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” said Somers.
“Yes,” echoed Jack. “He was all over me when I mentioned your name. You’d like Kangaroo. He’s a great chap.”