CHAPTER V

YOUNG REDDY had no difficulty in going out again on his motor-bicycle as soon as he reached home. “It’s important, mother,” he said in reply to her very slight expostulation, and she smiled indulgently and let him go. “Boys will be boys,” was one of the expressions most frequently on her lips, and she could even smile bravely at the thought that it must be a girl whom he was going to see so “importantly.” Twenty minutes by cross-roads took him from his own suburb to Morris’s, and there, outside the station, Morris …