“Haven’t you even got a good guess?”
“Well, it might be a bet, doctor’s orders, or just an ordinary whim.”
He shook his head, looking pensively out of the window, or at least,
as near pensively as he could.
“No,” he said. “Nothing so easy as that. I’m doing it because of a——”
He caught himself sharply and looked at me.
“What did you think I was going to finish with, Gardy?”
“I had three guesses,” I replied. “I wouldn’t guess again.”
“I’m doing it,” he resumed slowly, “I’m doing it because—I had to do
something useful, and this is the sort of thing I like to do.”