“Well, it does affect you more or less,” said Mr. Gregg. “But of course you’ll regard anything I say to you now as strictly confidential.”
“Out with it, Gregg,” said Dr. O’Grady. “I know by the look in your eye that you can’t possibly keep it to yourself, whatever it is. You’re simply bursting to tell it, whatever it is, whether we promise to keep it secret or not.”
“All the same,” said Gregg, “it wouldn’t suit my book to have it generally known that I told you. It wouldn’t suit at all. That fellow Ford is a vindictive sort of beast.”
“Oh, it’s Ford, is it?” said Dr. O’Grady. “I was afraid he might turn nasty. What an ass he is! Why can’t he see that we’re giving him the chance of his life?”
“He’s doing his best to put a spoke in your wheel, O’Grady.”
“Has he got anything against the statue?”
“Not exactly the statue.”
“Or found out anything discreditable about the General?”
The doctor asked this question a little anxiously.
“No,” said Gregg, “I don’t think he knows a thing about the General. He asked me this morning who he was.”