“Were you in time for the scrimmage?”
“You’d maybe better read the letter I’ve given you, my lord,” said Crossan.
“If I’d been there,” said McNeice, “your nephew would probably be dead now. In my opinion he ought to be.”
“The letter I’ve just given your lordship,” said Crossan, “is an important one.”
“I’m sure it is,” I said. “But I haven’t time to read it now.”
“What’s in it, my lord, is this. I’m resigning the management of your business here, and the sooner you’re suited with a new man the better.”
“If my nephew Godfrey has been worrying you, Crossan,” I said, “I’ll take steps—”
“It’s not that, my lord. For all the harm his talk ever did me I’d stay on. But—”
He looked at McNeice as if asking permission to say more.