“Going to take the dog with you?”
“Of course.”
McGregor smiled to himself. Ommony noticed it.
“By the way, Mac, don’t try to keep track of me.”
“Um-m-m!” remarked McGregor.
Ommony’s jaw came forward.
“I might not know but they would, Mac. You can’t keep a thing like that from them. They’d close the Middle Way against me.”
McGregor whistled softly. The Middle Way to Nirvana[[12]] is no particular secret; any one may read of it in any of a thousand books, and he may tread that Path who dares to declare war on desire. But that is esoteric, and no concern of the Secret Service. Exoterically speaking, “The Middle Way” is a trail that for more than a century the Secret Service has desired to learn with all its inquisitive heart.
“I mean it, Mac. All bets are off unless you promise.”
“You needn’t betray confidences,” said McGregor. “You’re not responsible, if I keep tabs on you.”