The Queen of Sheba were very pleased with their ads. Mr Erskine also was pleased. Gordon’s wages were raised by ten shillings a week. And it was now that Gordon grew frightened. Money was getting him after all. He was sliding down, down, into the money. A little more and he would be stuck in it for life. It is queer how these things happen. You set your face against success, you swear never to Make Good, you honestly believe that you couldn’t Make Good even if you wanted to; and then something happens along, some mere chance, and you find yourself Making Good almost automatically. He saw that now or never was the time to escape. He had got to get out of it, out of the money-world, irrevocably, before he was too far involved. But this time he wasn’t going to be starved into submission. He w
