“I promised I wouldn’t say, that’s all. There’s a reason.”
“Precisely,” answered Coles. “And I’m the only one that knows.” He made an expressive gesture. “You see what I mean?”
“I suppose you mean you’ll tell.”
“I mean that that would be less trouble than hitting you on the head with a book and considerably more effective.”
Bobbie’s face was expressionless.
“That threat,” said Coles frankly, “starts from to-day. Now we understand one another.” He looked at the boy fixedly. “You can go,” said he. “You come in and see me to-morrow in the luncheon hour.”
“Well,” said Henry, when Bobbie bumped into him standing proudly round a corner of the corridor, “what did he say?”
Bobbie shrugged his shoulders.
“Nothing much. I’ve got to go and see him again to-morrow.”