The manager nodded. “You ’re all right,” he repeated.
“Harrington will bear watching,” he said to the division superintendent. “I don’t trust him.”
“Don’t trust anybody,” said the superintendent. “You won’t get fooled.”
“I wish I knew the truth about Sim Tetlow,” went on the other. “It would be just like him to pretend he was a wreck, and then spring on us and paw us all over while we ’re getting ready to squeeze him.... You can’t trust Harrington. He works for his pay.” He touched the report a little scornfully. “But who knows that Tetlow is n’t paying him—to say that he ’s a wreck—That makes three salaries—?”
“Go and see for yourself,” said the other curtly.
The manager’s face grew thoughtful. The shrewd light spread to his fat cheeks. “It ’s a good idea. I ’ll do it—right off.”
XV
JOHNS’s second visit to Dr. Blake was much briefer than the first.