He thought about it all the time he walked home. He asked himself honestly if this new game was worth the candle.
Esther loved another man.
Already she had shown him that she cared nothing for him or his friendship, and yet––yet––– Micky set his teeth. He had never wanted anything really badly in all his life before, but now he wanted this girl.
“I’m not done yet, anyway,” he told himself. “After all––let the best man win.”
He felt that he had decided a question of great importance as he went back to his rooms; it was a pleasant surprise to find Driver there; Micky beamed.
“You’ve got back, then?”
“Yes, sir.”
The man took Micky’s hat and coat, and turned to go.
Micky stared.