CHAPTER VII
THE SPY
NEXT morning Bagsbury’s bank had a joke, that is, the younger and less serious employees thought they had a joke, Curtin had come down early. Ridiculously early, too ; not only before his own hour, which was any time in the middle of the morning, but before John Bags- bury himself appeared, or Jackson, the cashier. There was no visible press of work which seemed to demand Curtin’ s attention, for he stood about in a lost way, apparently unable to make up his mind to do anything. Every one who passed Jack Dorlin’s desk paused to make jocular speculations, principally to the effect that Curtin’s alarm clock must have gone wrong. Curtin with an alarm clock !
But Jack Dorlin found it hard to enjoy the joke ; he could not satisfactorily convince him- self that it was a jo
