We were entering the dreary main street of Queenborough as he spoke, and before I could answer he drew up outside the post-office.
"We've just time to send off a telegram," he said. "I want to make sure of seeing Lammersfield and Casement directly we get to town. They will probably be at lunch if I don't wire."
He entered the building, and Tommy took advantage of his brief absence to lean over the back of the seat and grip my hand.
"We've done it, Neil," he said. "Damn it, we've done it!"
"You've done it, Tommy," I retorted. "You and Joyce between you."
There was a short pause, and then Tommy gave vent to a deep satisfied chuckle.
"I'm thinking of George," he said simply.
It was such a beautiful thought that for a moment I too maintained a voluptuous silence.
"We must find out whether they're going to prosecute him," I said. "I don't want to clash with the Government, but whatever happens I mean to have my five minutes first. They're welcome to what's left of him."
Tommy nodded sympathetically, and just at that moment Latimer came out of the post-office.