“It’s an apple I don’t like the taste of. If I were in your place I’d know what to do. That’s why I have told you. But leave me out of it entirely.”
“I can’t for the life of me see why you shouldn’t,” said Slaymaker.
“Neither can I,” said John. “There’s no reason. Say I’m superstitious and let it drop.”
“There’s nothing the matter with the apple though?” asked Slaymaker.
“Not for you,” said John.
He left the banker on the edge of his chair. When he arrived at his own office Thane was there waiting.
“We’ve got a telegram Enoch is dying. Thought maybe as you would go along with us.”
“How does Mrs. Thane take it?”
“Cold and still,” said Thane. “But you can’t tell.”
“Does she want me to go?”