Jack sat down on the running board. “Well, go on, tell me. What happened?” he asked anxiously.
Paul related the events. Jack listened attentively. Finally he muttered, “So! Does all that help any?”
Paul shrugged his shoulders. “Very little. But at least I now have a good idea of the sort of person he is.” A pause. “Captain Bob spoke to me,” he announced.
“What does he want? How did you see him?”
“He stopped me in the street. He wants to know what we are doing and how we are getting along.”
“A shrewd, clever fellow, that Captain Bob,” was Jack’s appraisal. “He is aware that we know something which we won’t tell him and he is trying to get it out of us.”
“I was wondering,” remarked Paul, “whether it wouldn’t be better to tell him and see what happens.”
“What good will that do?”
“None that I can see, but ...”
“But what?”