“All right. Good night, Mr. Brent.”
“Mr. Landis,” said Brent stiffly. “I—er—bid you good night!”
“By the way,” said Landis, “you might leave me your address here in town before you go.”
“Why, yes—certainly! Here’s my card!”
“Thank you. Good night, Mr. Brent,” said Landis.
“Good night, to you. ’Night, Graham!” Brent ambled to the door whence was wafted back to them, explosive but muffled, a single word: “Insufferable!”
After a moment they heard the front door slam behind him and Bernard smiled a little.
Negligently holding the card by its edges between finger and thumb, Landis looked uncertainly at Graham. The young lawyer caught the glance and instantly translated it.
“Want me to go?” he asked.
Landis hesitated.