“Like it?”
“Yes, Japan has got into my bones.”
“Lazy kind of life, isn't it?”
There was no apparent change in Atherton's drawl, but Craven turned his head quickly and looked at him before answering.
“I'm a lazy kind of fellow,” he replied quietly.
“You weren't lazy in the Rockies,” said Atherton sharply.
“Oh, yes I was. There are grades of laziness.”
Atherton flung the stub of his cigar overboard and selecting a fresh one, cut the end off carefully.
“Still got that Jap boy who was with you in America?”
“Yoshio? Yes. I picked him up in San Francisco ten years ago. He'll never leave me now.”