"Parlour A. might suit you. Don't let me see you, that's all."
In Parlour A. he took refuge, and was soon asleep, his head bowed upon the table. He woke from time to time with a strong shudder. "Not that, O God—not that!" he moaned, for it was of the bread-line he had dreamed.
He was still asleep when a sudden hand was laid upon his shoulder.
He awoke, and looked into the face of Bundy.
XV
THE MILLIONAIRE
He could hardly believe his good fortune. The mist of sleep and weakness was upon his eyes, hysteric laughter shook him. He rose, trembling. He saw the good-natured night-clerk in the doorway, heard him say, "I guess he's been up against it good and hard," and the next moment found himself sinking through an abyss of coloured lights into an unfathomable darkness. The descent lasted but for an instant; when he opened his eyes again it was to protest that there was nothing whatever the matter with him.
"Been out on the bat," said the clerk laconically.
"Been starving," said another voice.