CHAPTER XXV

“WHITHER THOU GOEST” It had been blue Monday with Cynthia. All day the clock had proved a magnet drawing her eyes irresistibly, and at scandalously frequent intervals. Her employer had been irascible, not because her work had fallen short, but because a slump in securities had put his nerves on edge. The head book-keeper, an anemic young man with a low forehead, addressed her twice as “Sweetness.” Cynthia’s hand had lost none of its early cunning. She responded to the term of endearment by a glance of such frigid d…