“Pringle cashed it all right,” said Godfrey, after a short pause. “I went in there the day after your party and played tennis with his daughter. They were awfully pleased.”
I dare say they were. People attach a surprising amount of importance to Godfrey’s social patronage. I myself should be more inclined to cash his cheques for him if he stayed away from my house. But I did not want to argue with Godfrey about Pringle’s taste in guests.
“What’s Crossan been doing to you?” I asked at last.
“He hasn’t been doing anything to me.”
“Then for goodness’ sake, Godfrey, let the man alone.”
“I don’t like the way he’s going on.”
“You never did. There’s nothing fresh about that. You’ve complained about him regularly every week for five years.”
This was an exaggeration. I am sometimes away from home for more than a week at a time and Godfrey does not always complain about Crossan in his letters.
“Look here, Excellency,” said Godfrey, “it’s far better for you to know what Crossan’s doing. He’s going about all over the country day after day. He’s got a motor car.”