CHAPTER 9“Okay,” Jonas said. “Come on, Roddy.”
He had a momentary twinge of doubt about Sergeant Digges’s beguiling pretence at being a friend and lover of all God’s creatures whatsoever. His original impression of a shrewd and hard-bitten intelligence was only slightly clouded by all the meandering amiability that cloaked it. Brother to prince and fellow to beggar could be a dangerous technique. At the moment, however, and as applied to himself, it seemed so entirely reasonable that Jonas accepted it and in fact liked it. It was only when they had crossed College Creek leaving Annapolis on their way out to the country that it began to worry him again, although not for himself at all.
They were going down the hill to the Severn River Bridge, between the Naval Academy Hospital and Perry C
