"Morris, you don't know what you are saying," he cried. "Thank God nobody but me heard you say that!"
Morris seemed not to be attending.
"Where is he?" he said again, "are you concealing him here? I have already been to your office, and he wasn't there, and to his flat, and he wasn't there."
"Thank God," ejaculated the lawyer.
"By all means if you like. But I've got to see him, you know.
Where is he?"
"He is away in town," said Mr. Taynton, "but he will be back to-night. Now attend. Of course you must see him, I quite understand that. But you mustn't see him alone, while you are like this."
"No, I don't want to," said Morris. "I should like other people to see what I've got to—to say to him—that, that partner of yours."
"He has from this moment ceased to be my partner," said Mr. Taynton brokenly. "I could never again sign what he has signed, or work with him, or—or—except once—see him again. He is coming here by appointment at half-past nine. Suppose that we all meet here. We have both got to see him."
Morris nodded and went toward the door. A sudden spasm of anxiety seemed to seize Mr. Taynton.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked.