“Not very well. I gave it up.”
“That so? I’m sorry. What was the trouble?”
“Nothing much. I—I just thought I’d better.”
Dan smiled and nodded and started on, but Gerald, yielding to a sudden impulse, said: “I thought you were coming to see me, Burtis. Drop in some evening. I’m not in much in the afternoon now. Will you?”
“Thanks, I—I’d like to.”
“Good stuff! Don’t forget, then.”
At the doorway Dan turned with a quizzical smile. “Why?” he asked.
Gerald looked puzzled and shook his head. “I don’t know. But there’s something about him that—interests me. I don’t know—”
“Maybe it’s his hair,” chuckled Dan. “There’s plenty of it.”