“The only thing I can do. I’ll get that extra rent to Job somehow. He mustn’t know it comes from me; I must think out how to manage. But, of course, that’s merely a make-shift in the business. I wanted the injustice put straight.”
Doctor Hilary looked through the window behind Antony.
“Let me advise you,” said he, “to do nothing of the kind.”
“Why not?” The words came short and rather quick.
“Because Mr. Curtis means to get rid of Grantley. He has got his knife into him, as Grantley said. Your action would merely postpone the evil day, and make it worse in the postponement. Job Grantley had better go.”
“And how about another job?” demanded Antony.
Doctor Hilary shrugged his shoulders. “He must see what he can find.”
“Well of all the—” began Antony. And then he stopped. After all, he’d seen enough injustice in his time, to be used to it.
“You’re honest in saying I would make it worse for Job if I tried to help him?” he asked.
“Perfectly honest,” said Doctor Hilary with an odd little smile.