"But Mr. Charon, you're not going——"
"It's not my doing at all," said Charon, interrupting; "anything you have to say had better be told to the manager."
Evan had never been introduced to the manager, but he walked into the big private office and started saying he scarcely knew what.
"Oh, are you Mr.—er—, the young man whom head office has asked to resign?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm sorry I cannot do anything for you."
"But won't you tell me why I'm fired?"
The cash-book man gazed fiercely into the manager's eyes. A thought for his personal safety probably decided the pompous old gentleman to compromise a little.
"It's on account of that cheque you issued—and—and—"
"And what?"