He was in a savage mood, and every now and then a violent gesture betrayed it.

But it was with himself that he was angry.

He had been a fool not to keep a closer watch on Walter Hine.
"I might have foreseen," he cried in his exasperation.

"Garratt Skinner! If I had not been an ass, I _should_ have foreseen." For Mr.Jarvice was no stranger to Walter Hine's new friend.

More than one young buck fresh from the provinces, heir to the great factory or the great estate, had been steered into this inner office by the careful pilotage of Garratt Skinner.