"I will not join the discussion," he said.
"Eh? What's the matter?" Robert asked, sitting up.
"Headache! One of the—er—headaches that make my life a burden!" Anthony groaned.
"I never knew you had 'em," young Vining said with a mystified smile.
"Neither did I," Johnson Boller contributed healthfully.
"Did you have it before you talked to Wilkins, there?" pursued Robert, who owned a really keen mind.
"Er—it was just coming on."
"No bad news, old chap?" Vining said, crossing his legs the other way.
Anthony shook his head and smiled again, indicating suffering that was not all simulated.
"No, just the—er—headache," he said. "Comes on suddenly, you know, and settled in the back of my head and neck. There is only one thing that can be done for it and that is a steady massage. Perhaps you'd do that for me, Johnson?"