"There's simply nothing to understand," he laughed.
She bowed her head, brooding.
He did not see Dawes for several days; then one morning as he ran upstairs from the spiral room he almost collided with the burly metal-worker.
"What the—!" cried the smith.
"Sorry!" said Paul, and passed on.
"Sorry!" sneered Dawes.
Paul whistled lightly, "Put Me among the Girls."
"I'll stop your whistle, my jockey!" he said.
The other took no notice.
"You're goin' to answer for that job of the other night."