“Yes, sir,” said Ross.
The domineering man stared hard, and Ross met his regard steadily.
“He’ll do,” said the man. “I like him. Looks you straight in the face. Level headed. Well set up. Good nerves. Doesn’t drink. We’ll give him a chance. Eddy!”
He went out into the hall.
“Eddy!” he shouted. “I want Eddy!”
Mrs. Jones came close to Ross.
“Go away!” she whispered. “You must go away!”
The domineering man had come back into the room.
“Now, then, what’s your name?” he demanded brusquely.
“Moss,” said Ross.