“I fear I must disappoint them.”
“But in that case the deal would have to be off.”
“That is a matter for you and my nephew to discuss.”
The chappie seemed troubled.
“You really won’t meet the rest of them?”
“No!”
“Well, then, I guess we’ll be going.”
They went out, and there was a pretty solid silence. Then old Chiswick turned to Bicky:
“Well?”
Bicky didn’t seem to have anything to say.