“The project is crazy,” he stormed.
“So is the fix you’re in!”
“I can tell my wife and daughter nothing sensible!”
“As near as I can find out, sir, you have never told them anything special about your business. Why begin now?”
“Because they are worried. My actions—those strangers—”
“I know, sir. They told me. But when you go away this time you’ll be going in my company and that may help with them.”
He gave me a look which hinted that he was not at all sure about that.
“We have been in one business deal; it’s easy to say we’re in another,” I suggested, choosing to overlook his manner.
But my feelings got away from me when he began to protest and argue and ask questions about why and where and when. The balky old mule! And I was giving him my soul and service free!
I pounded my knuckles on the heaped money. “We are going to leave this town on the night train, Judge Kingsley. That gives you time enough to settle with the widow and tell your folks something and get them calmed down.”