“In what way?”
“Letting on that I hadn’t shown you his telegram. And then the way you breezed up and accepted a job after you made me think you wouldn’t take one.”
“I don’t remember that we ever discussed it,” Flash returned coldly. “But that’s neither here nor there. I’ve taken the job. Whether we like it or not, we’ll be working together. Why not try to get along without friction?”
“Suits me. All I ask is that you do your work and don’t expect to use me as a crutch.”
“We understand each other perfectly, Doyle. Now when do we start?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“I’ll meet you at the parking lot. I want to telephone Joe and tell him I’ve taken the job.”
Flash had another errand in mind, one which he did not reveal to Doyle. Quickly he made his telephone call from the lobby of the hotel.
“I’m glad you’ve changed your mind,” Joe told him gratefully. “Can’t you come over to the hospital before you leave town?”
“Afraid not. We’re starting in a few minutes.”