Cheetham had thrown him over for money.

He would go to Cheetham, and drive a dagger into his pocket.
He walked into the office.

Mr.Cheetham was not there: but he found Bayne and Dr.Amboyne.
"Mr.Bayne," said he, abruptly, "I am come for my month's wages." The tone was so aggressive, Bayne looked alarmed.

"Why, Little, poor Mr.
Cheetham is gone home with a bad headache, and a sore heart." "All the better.

I don't want to tell him to his face he is a bragging cur; all I want out of him now is my money; and you can pay me that." The pacific Bayne cast a piteous glance at Dr.Amboyne.