Mr. Taynton read this through twice, as is the habit of most people with telegrams, and sent, of course, the reply that all he knew was that his partner intended to come back last night, since he had made an appointment with him.  Should he arrive during the day he would telegraph.  He himself was keeping nothing from Morris, and had not had any correspondence or communication with his partner since he had left Brighton for town three days before.

The telegram was a long one, but Mr. Taynton still sat with poised pen.  Then he added, “Pray do nothing violent, I implore you.”  And he signed it.

* * * * *

He sat rather unusually long over his breakfast this morning, though he ate but little, and from the cheerful smiling aspect of his face it would seem that his thoughts were pleasant to him.  He was certainly glad that Morris had not yet come across Mills, for he trusted that the lapse of a day or two would speedily calm down the lad’s perfectly justifiable indignation.  Besides, he was in love, and his suit had prospered; surely there were pleasanter things than revenge to occupy him.  Then his face grew grave a moment as he thought of Morris’s mad, murderous outburst of the evening before, but that gravity was shortlived, and he turned with a sense of pleasant expectation to see recorded again the activity and strength of Boston Coppers.  But the reality was far beyond his expectations; copper had been strong all day, and in the street afterward there had been renewed buying from quarters which were usually well informed.  Bostons had been much in request, and after hours they had had a further spurt, closing at L7 10S.  Already in these three days he had cleared his option, and at present prices the shares showed a profit of a point.  Mills would have to acknowledge that his perspicacity had been at fault, when he distrusted this last purchase.

He left his house at about half-past ten, and again immured himself in the birdcage lift that carried him up to his partner’s flat, where he inquired if he had yet returned.  Learning he had not, he asked to be given pen and paper, to write a note for him, which was to be given to him on his arrival.

“Dear Mills,

“Mr. Morris Assheton has learned that you have made grave accusations about him to Sir Richard Templeton, Bart.  That you have done so appears to be beyond doubt, and it of course rests with you to substantiate them.  I cannot of course at present believe that you could have done so without conclusive evidence; on the other hand I cannot believe that Mr. Assheton is of the character which you have given him.

“I therefore refrain, as far as I am able, from drawing any conclusion till the matter is cleared up.

“I may add that he deeply resents your conduct; his anger and indignation were terrible to see.

“Sincerely yours,

“Edward Taynton.  Godfrey Mills, Esq.”