"Lightning has struck," Shelby greeted the old man ten minutes later, handing him the telegram. "I've been ordered down to the Boss. This means make or break."
The Hon. Seneca Bowers unslung his glasses and slowly read the summons.
"I guess it had to come," he commented.
"Oh, yes. Things have reached lowest ebb. In fact, they're so low that you must put up my car fare."
Bowers assented readily.
"Whatever you need you shall have, Ross. You must go in good style."
Shelby pocketed the sum which he thought would meet his travelling expenses and listened to his friend's rather dolorous words of encouragement.
"I think he'll do right by you," Bowers concluded feebly. "I think he'll do right."
Shelby jerked a grim smile.
"The Boss always does right—when it pays."