Marchmont laughed as he turned to Dick and enquired after
Jimmy.
"He was helping you, I suppose?"
"Yes, after Quisante was in. He's all right." Dick's tone was slightly
reserved.
"Did Quisante help you? He seems to have helped everybody; the man ran
about like an electric current."
"I didn't ask him to come to me. I felt, you know----"
"Yes, I see. But Jimmy didn't?"
Dick looked rather puzzled. "I don't quite make Jimmy out about Quisante,"
he remarked. "He worked for him like a horse all the time, and wrote me
letters praising him to the skies. Then when he was in and everybody was
cracking him up Jimmy wouldn't open his mouth about him--seemed not to
like the subject, you know."
Nobody spoke; they had heard rumours of an event which would bring Jimmy
into new relations with Quisante, and they waited for possible information.
But Dick did not go on, so it was left to Morewood to make the necessary
intrusion into private affairs; he did it willingly, with a malicious
grin.
"Thinking him over in the light of a relation, perhaps?" he suggested.
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