Randy wished bloodthirstily that Dalton had been in the car. Why couldn't Dalton have been smashed instead of Madge?
"I might call up Mr. Waterman instead of Mr.
Dalton," Kemp suggested. "If Mr. Dalton's in bed, he'll hate to be disturbed."
"Are you afraid of him, Kemp?"
Kemp's honest eyes met Randy's burning glance. "No, I am not afraid. I am leaving his service, sir."
They stared at him. "Leaving his service, why?" Randy demanded.
"He called me a fool this morning. And I am not a fool, sir."
"What made him say that?" Randy asked, with interest.
"He ordered a kidney omelette for breakfast, and I brought it, and he wouldn't eat it, and blamed me. I am willing to serve any man, but not without self-respect, sir."
"What are you going to do now, Kemp?" the Major asked.