"For what reason?" asked his employer.
"I have a terrible headache," said Maurice, looking as miserable as possible.
"Certainly you may go," said Mr. Ferguson, who was a kind-hearted man, and who didn't doubt the statement.
"If I feel better I will come back in the afternoon," said Maurice.
"Don't come unless you feel able. I know what the headache is, and I don't want you to come, unless you feel quite able to attend to business."
"Thank you, sir."
"Now for business," said Maurice, as he found himself in the street. "I'll rest my poor head by a ride on the horse-cars."
First, however, he entered a small shop near by, over which was a sign, M. Frink, Locksmith.
The locksmith, wearing a dirty apron, looked up from his work.
"I have lost the key to my trunk," said Maurice.