CHAPTER XVII

NEXT morning at the office it may or may not have been obvious that Morris had passed a very bad night. Nobody observed him at all closely, for the people who were most likely to do so were far too excited. Mr. Campbell had hardly seated himself at his desk, he had hardly made a pretence of glancing through the letters which Maudie brought in to him, before he pressed the button which summoned Morris in to his room. “Have you asked him yet?” he demanded as soon as Morris opened the door. “Yes,” said Morris. “And wh…