"Well," he said, "we've got to get those things he's got. We're all agreed on that. Understand?"
"Yes?"
"Yes—and it's up to you, Judge."
"Have you any course to suggest?"
"No, we haven't, and we don't want to know anything about courses. That's your job."
As if Hallett were in the room, Stein bowed his white head to him.
"Very well," he said, and hung up the receiver.
He bent to the pink roses again, and again inhaled their cultivated fragrance. His face was not perplexed, but it was sad.
"I am sorry," he seemed to be saying. "A nice young man. I am very sorry, indeed."
He returned the telephone-receiver to his ear.