“Do I?”
“Take your habits. Two or three times you've been seen coming out of saloons.”
“Expect I went in to get a drink.”
“It's not generally known, of course, but if it reached Prexy he'd fire you so quick your head would swim.”
“I dare say.”
The senior looked at him significantly. “You're the last man that ought to go to such places. There's such a thing as an inherited tendency.”
The jaw muscles stood out like ropes under the flesh of Jeff's lean face. “We'll not discuss that.”
“Very well. Cut it out. A drinking man is handicapped too heavily to win.”
“Much obliged. Second count in the indictment, please.”
“You've got strange, unsettling notions. The profs don't like them.”