CHAPTER XVIII.
"HAWORTH & CO."
The next day, when he descended from his gig at the gates, instead of going to his office, Haworth went to the engine-room.
"Leave your work a bit and come into my place," he said to Murdoch. "I want you."
His tone was off-hand but not ill-humored. There was a hint of embarrassment in it. Murdoch followed him without any words. Having led the way into his office, Haworth shut the door and faced him.
"Can tha guess what I want?" he demanded.
"No," Murdoch answered.
"Well, it's easy told. You said I'd be cooler to-day, and I am. A night gives a man time to face a thing straight. I'd been making a fool of myself before you came up, but I made a bigger fool of myself afterward. There's the end on it."
"I suppose," said Murdoch, "that it was natural enough you should look at the thing differently just then. Perhaps I made a fool of myself too."
"You!" said Haworth, roughly. "You were cool enow."
Later Ffrench came in, and spent an hour with him, and after his departure Haworth made the rounds of the place in one of the worst of his moods.
