“Indeed!” said Dick quietly, and without showing a sign of knowing what it was. “Good or bad?”
Wyatt screwed up his mouth, and shook his head at his companion.
“How precious innocent we are,” he said. “But it won’t do.”
“What’s your news?”
“Bob Hanson’s let off.”
“I’m glad of it,” said Dick.
“Won’t do, I tell you. You mean morsel. Didn’t I see you sneaking over to the general’s quarters this morning? Didn’t you go from there to the cells. Didn’t you come away and go straight to Hulton with the general’s despatch.”
“Yes—yes?—yes.”
“Well, you might have told me, Dicky.”
“I did not feel that I ought to say a word to any one.”