The dismal manager entered the room. On seeing Sypher's cheery face, his own brightened.
"I've thought the matter over, Shuttleworth."
"And you've decided—"
"To refuse the offer, absolutely."
The manager gasped. "But, Mr. Sypher, have you reflected—"
"My good Shuttleworth," said Sypher, "in all the years we've worked together have you ever known me to say I've made up my mind when I haven't?"
Shuttleworth marched out of the room and banged the door, and went forth to declare to the world his opinion of Clem Sypher. He had always been half crazy; now he had gone stick, stark, staring, raving, biting mad. And those to whom he told the tale agreed with him.
But Sypher laughed his great laugh.
"Poor Shuttleworth! He has worked hard to bring off this deal. I'm sorry for him. But one can't serve God and Mammon."
Septimus rose and took his hat. "I think it awfully wonderful of you," he said. "I really do. I should like to talk to you about it—but I must go and see Emmy. She came last night."