At last he climbed into a hansom and reluctantly left the revelers behind.

He knew it was a birthday celebration, and it was only half-past twelve in the morning.
At three o'clock the elevator made another trip to the top floor and Ellis rushed over to the unfriendly doorbell.

This time there was stubborn determination in his face.

The singing ceased and a roar of laughter followed the hush of a moment or two.
"Come in!" called a hearty voice, and Ellis strode firmly into the studio.
"You are just in time for a 'night-cap,' Ellis," cried Harrison, rushing to the footman's side.

Ellis, stolidly facing the young man, lifted his hand.
"No, thank you, sir," he said, respectfully.