“But I don’t want to know. I know more now than I can bear.”
“Then you will go?”
“Yes, if you do,” cried Stan eagerly.
“I’m going to stay and do my best to save the place and goods I have in my charge, Mr Lynn,” said the manager sternly.
“And I’m going to help you, then,” said Stan quietly.
“Do you mean it, in spite of all I have said?” cried Blunt.
“Yes.”
Stan’s hand was seized in such a grip that he flinched and the blood flushed into his cheeks.
“Thank you, my lad,” cried the manager hoarsely.
“I can’t say thank you,” said Stan, whose face was twitching from the pain he felt. “I say, don’t shake hands again like that.”