Sangster said "Humph!" again. Then: "Well, there's as good fish in the sea as any that were caught," he said cheerily. "Look at it philosophically, old son."
Jimmy kicked a footstool out of his way. He walked over to the window, and stood for a moment with his back turned. Presently:
"If anyone asks you, you might as well tell them the truth," he said jerkily. "I—don't let them think that brute Mortlake——"
He broke off.
"I'll tell 'em the truth," said Sangster.
He leaned over the fire, poking it vigorously.
"What are you doing to-night, Jimmy?" he asked, "I'm at a loose end——"
Jimmy turned.
"I'm taking some people to the theatre—old friends! Met them quite by chance the other night. Haven't you heard me speak of them—the Wyatts?"
"By Jove, yes!" Sangster dropped the poker unceremoniously. "People from Upton House. You used to be full of them when I first knew you, and that's how many years ago, Jimmy?"