“Jimmy,” said Ronny at last, “I suppose you’re about the best pal I have⁠—now.”

“Well,” said Jimmy, “what about it?”

He spoke gruffly.

“There’s something I’d like to tell you. Something you ought to know.”

“About Gerry Wade?”

“Yes, about Gerry Wade.”

Jimmy waited.

“Well?” he inquired at last.

“I don’t know that I ought to,” said Ronny.

“Why?”

“I’m bound by a kind of promise.”