“Well, what in blazes do you want?” he snapped with pointed emphasis.
Lefty bit his lips to keep back the retort he longed to utter. He realized that it was going to be even harder than he had expected.
“I’ve found out that I was wrong about that affair at college, Elgin,” he said stiffly. “I came to tell you that I am sorry for having misjudged you.”
For an instant Elgin stared at him in silence, the shirt he had just taken off trailing unheeded on the floor. His face was an odd mixture of astonishment and suspicious incredulity.
“You mean—about the Ferris—business?” he asked jerkily.
Locke nodded. “Yes; I was mistaken in thinking you mixed up in it. I’ve been mistaken for three years.”
Elgin’s brows came together in a scowl. His lids drooped until they quite hid the expression in his dark eyes.
“Humph!” he grunted. “And when did you find out what an ass you’ve been making of yourself?”
Lefty flushed, and set his jaws. “I learned the truth to-night,” he admitted.