I--I hope you will pardon me, Mr.Jones! I was angry at what I supposed was the treachery of an employee.

You will--will--understand that, I am sure.

It is my duty to protect the interests of the Continental, you know, sir.

But it's all right now, of course! Isn't it all right now, Mr.Jones ?" "You'd better go, Goldstein," said the boy in a weary tone, and sat down again.
The manager hesitated.

Then he bowed to Maud Stanton and to the others, murmuring: "All a mistake, you see; all a mistake.