“Agreed,” said Tregenna, grasping it. “Now write a memo to that effect.”
“Isn’t it premature rather, seeing that I have decided nothing?”
“Well, perhaps it is,” said Tregenna, taking out his watch. “I must be off. Think the matter over for a few days. Shall I keep it quiet, or try elsewhere?”
“Try elsewhere if you like,” said Mr Penwynn, carelessly.
“All right. Good-morning,” said Tregenna. “My kind regards at home.”
Mr Penwynn nodded, and Tregenna went out, nodded to Chynoweth, who was shutting down his desk-lid over a hand of whist, and then walked swiftly away, muttering one word—
“Hooked!”