“Good-night, Crosman,” he ventured.
But the other would not hear him; and Halloran, feeling as if he had been put through a wringer, went out.
CHAPTER VII—Halloran Goes to Chicago
The next morning—it chanced to be a Friday—Crosman came over to Halloran's desk.
“Have you a couple of minutes?” he asked.
“Surely. More than I want. Sit down.”
Crosman did not take the offered chair, but leaned on the desk.
“Miss Higginson spoke to me last night,” he said, with visible effort, “about the family expenses. She thinks they ought to reduce them all around, but you, she says, are the only one that knows about it. I suggested that she talk it over with you herself; but she didn't want to, for some reason.”