want to seem rude, but meeting me on the hill this afternoon and now this.... I've got to be so damn careful"
"My name is Harkness. It was quite by chance that I was walking down the hill this afternoon and met you. As I told you then, I was on my way to the 'Man-at-Arms.' This evening I offered my help to a lady there who seemed to be in distress, and asked her whether there was anything that I could do. She asked me to bring you that message. There was no one else for her to ask."
Dunbar stared at Harkness, then suddenly held out his hand. "Jolly decent of you. I won't forget it. My name is Dunbar as you know, David Dunbar."
"And mine Harkness, Charles Harkness."
"I can't tell you what you've done for me by bringing me that message. Here, don't go for a minute. Have something, won't you?"
"Yes, I think I will," said Harkness, conscious of a sudden weariness.
"What shall it be? Whisky? Large soda?"
They sat down. Dunbar touched a bell and then, in silence, they waited. Harkness was humorously conscious that he seemed to be the younger of the two. The boy had taken complete command of the situation.
The older man was also aware that there was some very actual and positive situation here that
