“Oh, all right.”
“In for a––vacation?”
Jim stirred uneasily. There was a directness about the other’s manner that was disconcerting. He laughed mirthlessly, and shifted his position so that his bottle of whiskey was concealed.
“No,” he said. “I’m getting back––sometime to-night.”
“Ah.” Then Peter went on after a pause: “I’m glad things are going well for you. Restless told me he’d got an order from you for some buildings on your own land.”
Jim turned his eyes in the direction of the doorway and found them gazing upon Eve Marsham’s little home beyond it. As Peter offered no further comment he was finally forced to reply.
“I’ve––I’ve just canceled that order.”
“Eh?”
Jim turned on him irritably.