“Yes, sir.”
Kilts’ gaze moved to Gerald, who, in his chair at the desk, was looking intently at his book.
“There was a boy with you?”
Dan hesitated a moment. Then:
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
“Who was he?”
“I’d rather not say, Mr. McIntyre.”
“Hum,” grunted Kilts. There was a moment of silence. Gerald took up a pencil and began scrawling nervously on the margin of his book. Kilts cleared his throat. “Well, I’m sorry. I’ll have to report this, Vinton. You understand that?”
“Yes, sir. And—I’m sorry, too.”