Garry noticed the thoughtful expression settling over Jack's face,
and mistaking the cause called Charles to take the additional
orders.
"Cheer up--try a high-ball, Jack. It's none of your funeral. You
didn't scoop Gilbert; we are the worst sufferers. Can't finish his
house now, and Mr. Morris is just wild over the design. It's on a
ledge of rock overlooking the lake, and the whole thing goes
together. We've got the roof on, and from across the lake it looks
as if it had grown there. Mr. Morris repeated the rock forms
everywhere. Stunning, I tell you!"
Jack didn't want any high-ball, and said so. (Biffy didn't care if
he did.) The boy's mind was still on the scoop, particularly on
the way in which every one of his fellow-members had spoken of the
incident.
"Horrid business, all of it. Don't you think so, Garry?" Jack said
after a pause.
"No, not if you keep your eyes peeled," answered Garry, emptying
his glass. "Never saw Gilbert but once, and then he looked to me
like a softy from Pillowville.
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