“But you have our friend Parker to share it.”
“The fact is,” said Dr. Joliffe slowly, “I walked as far as Hart’s Ghyll this morning to have a little talk with Brandon on the subject.”
“Gervase Brandon!” To the mind of the vicar much was explained. “Wasn’t it rather a pity to trouble the poor fellow with a thing of this kind in his present condition?”
“I understand that you didn’t hesitate to trouble him with it on Saturday.”
“I did not. I felt it to be my duty.”
The retort was so obvious, that Dr. Joliffe did not trouble to make it. When the vicar chose to look at things from the angle of his official status it was hardly worth while to argue with him.
“May I ask what you said to Gervase Brandon?”
“I told him what you proposed to do.”
The vicar shook a dubious head. “Was that wise, do you think—in the circumstances?”
Dr. Joliffe ignored the question.