CHAPTER XI
COMMON HONESTY
IN the library the two men watched the door until it clicked shut behind those who were going into the drawing-room to hear Jack Dor- lin play. Then, after adjusting his easy-chair so that the light would not fall on his face, John Bagsbury seated himself.
“ I’m tired to-night. This has been a big day. You say you have some business to talk over. It’s against your rule, isn’t it, to talk business after dinner ? “
Sponley nodded. “ This is rather important ; and I couldn’t be sure of catching you the first thing in the morning, so I broke over, for once.
“ I came around,” he continued, “ to ask you what you mean to do with Pickering ? “
If John had any movement at all, it was like that of a man who had just lighted a good cigar, a relaxing of the muscles, a s
