“What business? A good deal more business than you’ve got to ask me questions.”
“Do you know what he’s done?”
“No, I don’t; and I don’t care.”
“Don’t you care?” snarled Silk, fast losing his temper; “that foolery of yours has spoiled everything.”
“So much the better. I don’t care.”
“But I care!” exclaimed Silk, furiously, “and I’ll see you care too, you fool!”
“What’s happened, then?” asked Gilks.
“Why, Riddell—”
“For goodness’ sake don’t start on him!” cried Gilks, viciously; “he’s nothing to do with it.”
“Hasn’t he? That’s all you know, you blockhead! He suspected Wyndham of that boat-race business. I can’t make out how, but he did. And the young fool all along thought it was Beamish’s he was in a row about. But Riddell wouldn’t have known it to this day if you hadn’t given the young idiot leave to go and blab, and so clear it up.”