They had reached the building in which Sydney had his office.
“Yes, this is the place,” replied Rex slowly. He was thinking how dreadful it would be to present himself before Syd with this crowd at his heels.
“I don’t know whether he’s in or not,” he added. “Will you mind going up and finding out, Scott?”
“Of course I won’t. I know just where the room is and I’ll bring him down in a jiffy.”
The policeman motioned the crowd back and he and Rex and the patient Chinaman went into the marble corridor and waited, while the throng peered in at them from the doorway and a new one began to gather from among those who passed to and fro in the building.
“I’m glad I never knew this was going to happen to me,” reflected Rex. “I’d never have known a happy day if I had.”
He had no fear of going to jail. He felt that there was justice enough in the world to ward that off.
But the ignominy of his present position was torture enough to a proud spirit like his.
Ah, here was one of the elevators coming down, with Scott looking eagerly out at him. And Syd was with him.
But was it Syd, this fellow with the pallid cheeks and deep circles under the eyes? Yes, it certainly was his brother, for he stepped out ahead of Scott and came over at once to pass his arm about Rex in gesture of protection.