He does things."
Landover smiled grimly. "Perhaps that is why I dislike him."
"Because he is like Roosevelt?"
"My dear, let's not start an argument about Roosevelt."
"Just the same, I've heard you say over and over again that you
wish Roosevelt were President now," she persisted. "Why do you say
that if you are so down on him?"
Landover shrugged his shoulders expressively.
"I can wish that, my dear, and still not be an admirer of Mr.
Roosevelt," he replied. "But to return to Percival, isn't it quite
plain to you that he was pouting like a school-boy because he had
not been asked to take part in today's exercises?"
"He was asked to take part in them. I asked him myself."
He glanced at her sharply. "You never told me you had asked him,
Ruth."
"The night the crime was committed," she said briefly. "He was very
nice about it. He promised to sing in the choir and--and to help
me with the decorations. After our unpleasant experience the next
day, he had the--shall we say tact or kindness?--to reconsider his
promise."
"Openly advertising the fact that he preferred to have no part in
any entertainment you were arranging," was Landover's comment.
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