“What?”
“I was merely going to say that you implied that you thought I had something to do with it.”
“Not necessarily,” Bob said with a smile.
“Well, you’re mistaken if you think so,” he insisted.
“It really doesn’t matter one way or the other,” Bob said.
“It does to me,” he said as he got up from his chair and picked up his cap. “I hope you believe what I have told you but, of course, I can’t help it if you don’t.”
They waited a moment or two after he had closed the door behind him, when Jack asked:
“Well?”
“Not so you’d notice it.”
“Notice what?”