That he was not much used to the world on whose edge he just then stood Stafford gathered from a boyish trick of blushing through the tan of his cheeks.
"I got a wire from Mr.Oliver yesterday--Sunday," replied Mr.
Copplestone.

"I ought to have had it in the morning, I suppose, but I'd gone out for the day, you know--gone out early.

So I didn't find it until I got back to my rooms late at night.

I got the next train I could from King's Cross, and it was late getting in here." "Then you've practically been travelling all night ?" remarked Stafford.
"Well, Mr.Oliver hasn't turned up--most unusual for him.

I don't know where--" Just then another man came hurrying down the passage from the dressing-rooms, calling the business manager by name.
"I say, Stafford!" he exclaimed, as he emerged on the street.