“Not quite—I’ve got one more.”
“Who—God?” asked the boy naturally.
Poor Jeffreys! He sometimes forgot that Friend, and it startled and humbled him to hear the little fellow’s simple question.
“Of course, he’s got Him,” interposed Teddy, without giving him time to reply. “But who else, Jeff?”
“I saw him not long ago,” said Jeffreys. “His name’s Julius.”
“You don’t like him more than us, do you?” asked Teddy rather anxiously.
“Not a quarter as much, old chap,” said Jeffreys.
There was a pause, during which Trimble chuckled to think how little the speaker guessed into whose ears he was betraying the name of his villainous accomplice! Presently, however, he started to hear the sound of his own name.
“Jeff,” said Teddy, “isn’t Mr Trimble a beast?”
“Let’s talk about something pleasant,” suggested Jeffreys, by way of begging the question.