CHAPTER III

AFTER FORTY-EIGHT HOURS The Banker snored stertorously from his mattress in a corner of the room. In an easy-chair near by, with his feet on the table, lay the Very Young Man, sleeping also. The Doctor and the Big Business Man sat by the handkerchief conversing in low tones. "How long has it been now?" asked the latter. "Just forty hours," answered the Doctor; "and he said that forty-eight hours was the limit. He should come back at about ten to-night." "I wonder if he _will_ come back," questioned the Big Business…