Bob scratched thoughtfully at the turf with a spike of his boot.
“Of course, it was awfully decent——”
Then again the monstrous nature of the affair came home to him.
“But what did you do it for? Why should you rot up your own chances to give me a look in?”
“Oh, I don’t know.... You know, you did me a jolly good turn.”
“I don’t remember. When?”
“That Firby-Smith business.”
“What about it?”
“Well, you got me out of a jolly bad hole.”
“Oh, rot! And do you mean to tell me it was simply because of that——?”