Kerr said, with an odd smile: "I ought to have known Quayle better. I thought when I saw him this morning that, having blotted my copybook and been forgiven, this thing was more or less over. But of course it couldn't be."
O'Mara said—and when he spoke his voice was very soft and caressing and comforting: "You listen to me, Kerr. I've been working for Quayle for a long time—all over the place—all over the world. That one never lets his left hand know what his right hand is at. Why should he? But you're right. He understands about you. But you realise he's got to do something about it. It's not a very good situation."
Kerr said: "Don't I know that. I don't have to tell you what a heel I think I am. Would you like a drink?"
O'Mara said: "Yes. I'm fond of liquor."
Kerr said: "I've got som
