“It went into Rigby’s dorm.,” said Barry, sulkily. It was maddening to have an exclusive bit of news treated in this way.
“Did it, by Jove!” said Milton, interested at last. “Are you sure the chap who told you wasn’t pulling your leg? Who was it told you?”
“I promised him not to say.”
“Out with it, young Barry.”
“I won’t,” said Barry.
“You aren’t going to tell me?”
“No.”
Milton gave up the point with much cheerfulness. He liked Barry, and he realised that he had no right to try and make him break his promise.
“That’s all right,” he said. “Thanks very much, Barry. This may be useful.”
“I’d tell you his name if I hadn’t promised, you know, Milton.”