A apologise, sir, but if--" His eyes blazed again.
"Aw, cut out the tragedy stuff," said Vic, "and don't be an ass.
Good-night." Vic turned on his heel and left McNish standing in a dull and dazed condition, and made his way toward the ballroom.
"Who is the Johnny, anyway ?" he said to himself.

"He is mad--looney--utterly bughouse.

Needs a keeper in the worst way.

But what about the Captain--must think up something.

Let's see.