72/269 Everybody else seems to be at Plattsburg, and I was at a loose end." "Golf's no good to me. It wouldn't reduce me any more than playing the piano with somebody dying in the next room. Been here all the week ?" "Yes," said Martin. Get it off your chest, old son." Just for an instant Martin was hugely tempted to make a clean breast of everything to this good-hearted, tempestuous person, under whose tight skin there was an uncommon amount of shrewdness. But it meant dragging Joan into open discussion, and that was all against his creed. |