Winton took time to think about it and admitted a doubt, as he had not before. Believing Mr. Somerville Darrah fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils in his official capacity of vice-president of a fighting corporation, he was none the less disposed to find excuses for Miss Virginia Carteret's uncle.
“I did think so at first, but I guess it was only the misguided zeal of some understrapper. Of course, word has gone out all along the C. G. R. line that we are to be delayed by every possible expedient.”
But Adams shook his head.
“Mr. Darrah dictated that move in his own proper person.”
“How do you know that?”
“You had a message from me this afternoon?”
“I did.”
“What did you think of it?”
“I thought you might have left out the first part of it; also that you might have made the latter half a good bit more explicit.”
A slow smile spread itself over Adams' impassive face.