They did not speak beyond their greeting, until he had gone over the
record. Then:-"We can't talk here. I want to talk to you, K."

He led the way into the corridor. It was very dim. Far away was the night
nurse's desk, with its lamp, its annunciator, its pile of records. The
passage floor reflected the light on glistening boards.

"I have been thinking until I am almost crazy, K. And now I know how it
happened. It was Joe."

"The principal thing is, not how it happened, but that he is going to get
well, Sidney."

She stood looking down, twisting her ring around her finger.

"Is Joe in any danger?"

"We are going to get him away to-night. He wants to go to Cuba. He'll get
off safely, I think."

"WE are going to get him away! YOU are, you mean. You shoulder all our
troubles, K., as if they were your own."

"I?" He was genuinely surprised. "Oh, I see. You mean--but my part in
getting Joe off is practically nothing. As a matter of fact, Schwitter
has put up the money. My total capital in the world, after paying the
taxicab to-day, is seven dollars."

"The taxicab?"

"By Jove, I was forgetting! Best news you ever heard of! Tillie married
and has a baby--all in twenty-four hours! Boy--they named it Le Moyne.
Squalled like a maniac when the water went on its head. I--I took Mrs.
McKee out in a hired machine. That's what happened to my capital." He
grinned sheepishly. "She said she would have to go in her toque. I had
awful qualms. I thought it was a wrapper."