“Thanks. All right. Let’s wander.” Then, when they had gone a little way, he turned to Stuart and said: “You’ve got it in for me for blackballing young Orr, haven’t you?”
Stuart, surprised, stared back an instant. Then: “Yes, I have,” he answered coldly. “And if it’s the same to you, Le Gette, we’ll keep off that subject.”
“I thought so. And I didn’t care a whoop. But you’ve been pretty decent in this business, Harven, and I guess I’d like to have you know that you’re wrong.”
“Wrong? How am I wrong? Just because you didn’t like me you needn’t have—”
“Hold your horses,” interrupted Le Gette calmly. “You didn’t get me. I’m trying to tell you that I didn’t vote against Orr.”
There was a moment of incredulous silence before Stuart laughed sarcastically. “Go on, you’re doing fine!” he sneered.
Le Gette flushed but kept his temper. “All right,” he said. “If you take that tone, I’m through.”
Stuart eyed him doubtfully. Then: “There’s no use telling me that,” he expostulated. “I know you did it. Who else was there?”
“That’s for you to find out,” Le Gette replied shortly. “I’ve told you that I didn’t do it. Let’s drop it.”
They went on towards the gymnasium in silence, Stuart thinking hard. After a minute he said: “All right, Le Gette, I believe you. Sorry if I was rotten. But you looked at me funny that night, and I knew you had it in for me——”