Bags felt that, if David offered this as an explanation of his ill-humour, it was a pretty thin one.
“Oh, is that all you’re so sick about?” he asked.
David’s irritability returned.
“All right, don’t come then,” he said.
David was ready by now, and without another word he marched to the door. He would have to bring the parcel up himself, but he was determined to get somebody else to take it to Maddox’s study.
“Wait a second,” said Bags in a slightly injured tone. “Of course I’ll come up with you.”
David took his arm.
“You are a brick,” he said. “But don’t ask me anything more. It isn’t anything. I expect I’ve made a fool of myself.”
“Shouldn’t wonder a bit,” said Bags pacifically.
“Funny fellow! Don’t strain yourself.”