“Plenty.”
“No offense. See you later, Davy.”
He had been over an hour in the apartment, asked twenty questions, studied everything, and said nothing at all.
“Well, that’s over,” I said, with a laugh.
“Yes, damn his cool cheek; but you’re as bad as I am; we sat there listening to him as though we were both twelve years old,” he said, in his growling way.
“Habit, Alan. You see, Ben never has two ideas in his mind. Make a good officer.”
“Probably. What was he hinting at? Domestic difficulties?”
Then I told him, omitting, of course, whatever concerned me personally.
“Yes, I see why he laughed,” he said, when I had finished. “That was almost human. Is it possible, I wonder, that Ben has got a new point of view?”
“He is a clam, you know.”