"Have you happened to hear anything said about it yourself?" inquired his friend.
"Not a word!" said Peter, with the veracity he always endeavored to maintain on these occasions.
"To go and shift a statement of that kind on to my shoulders like that, it's like the fellow's confounded impudence!"
For the moment Peter felt a twinge: could the other be referring to anything he had said himself in the music-room? But the Manager was evidently not angry with him, so it must be some other fellow. Only, Peter decided not to allude to the faulty working of the time cheques, as he had half-intended to do. Perkins was not in the mood for remonstrances just then.
"Most impudent, I must say," he replied. "By-the-way," he added carelessly, "what was the statement exactly?"
"Why, God bless my soul, sir!" cried the Manager, with unnecessary vehemence, "haven't I been telling you the whole story? Didn't you just ask me who the fellow was who has brought me into this business?"
"So I did," said Peter, "and—and who was he?"
