A slight sound behind him caused Bob to turn quickly and, as he had expected, he beheld the hammer-thrower. Here was renewed confirmation of that which he had just learned.
“I felt it my duty to inform Miss Gerald of what occurred last night,” began the hammer-thrower without prelude.
“I know that already,” said Bob, continuing his play.
“Ah, then I am wasting time. But having concluded that it was incumbent on me to take that course, I thought it but right to come to you and tell you what I had done. Square thing, you know.”
Bob grinned. “Say it in Latin,” he observed flippantly.
A slight frown gathered on the other’s brow. “I really fail to understand. You placed me in an unpleasant position. It was not easy to speak of such a matter.”
“Then why did you?” said Bob lightly, executing a difficult play.
“You do not seem to realize there are some things we have to do.”
“Duty, eh?” observed Bob with another grin.
“Without wishing to pose as puritanical, or as a prig, I may say you have hit the nail fairly on the head.”