“I don’t know what Fuller’s opinion is,” Dick replied awkwardly.
Bethune laughed. “Well, he’s given you a good job. But why I asked was this: if Miss Fuller’s quite satisfied about you, she’ll probably put her maverick brother in your charge. She came here not long ago with the object of finding out if I was suited for the post, and I imagined learned something about me in a quiet way. It was a relief when she obviously decided that I wasn’t the proper man. The girl has intelligence. If she had asked me, I could have recommended you.”
“Do you know much about her brother?”
“I’ve learned something. The lad’s a breakaway from the sober Fuller type; and I think his views of life rather agree with mine. However, perhaps we had better let Miss Fuller tell you what she thinks fit. And now would you like some François Villon?”
“No,” said Dick firmly. “I want to see that Moran turns out his gang at sunrise and must get back.”
“Pick me up the book, anyhow,” Bethune replied, and laughed good-humoredly when Dick left him.