“Have you ever noticed how Renshaw—”
I said—
“Suppose someone took a gun—someone who could aim very straight—and went out and shot Renshaw till he was quite dead, would you tennis players drop him and talk about somebody else?”
“Oh, but who would shoot Renshaw?” he said indignantly.
“Never mind,” I said, “supposing someone did?”
“Well, then, there would be his brother,” he replied.
I had forgotten that.
“Well, we won’t argue about how many of them there are,” I said. “Suppose someone killed the lot, should we hear less of Renshaw?”
“Never,” he replied emphatically. “Renshaw will always be a name wherever tennis is spoken of.”
I dread to think what the result might have been had his answer been other than it was.