hat made you send for me so urgently? The dog's tail--you knew I had to
come."

"Sypher wanted you--to give him some new gods."

"He could have sent for me himself. Why did he ask you?"

"He didn't," cried Septimus. "He doesn't know anything about it. He hasn't
the faintest idea that you're in London to-night. Was I wrong in bringing
you back?"

To Zora the incomprehensible aspect of the situation was her own attitude.
She did not know whether Septimus was wrong or not. She told herself that
she ought to resent the summons which had caused her such needless anxiety
as to his welfare, but she could feel no resentment. Sypher had failed. The
mighty had fallen. She pictured a broken-hearted man, and her own heart
ached for him.

"You did right, Septimus," she said very gently. "But of what use can I be
to him?"

Septimus said: "He's the one to tell you that."

"But do you think he knows? He didn't before. He wanted me to stay as a
kind of Mascotte for the Cure--simply sit still while he drew influence
out of me or something. It was absurd."

It was on this occasion that Septimus made his one contribution to
pessimistic philosophy.

"When you analyze anything in life," said he, "don't you think that you
always come down to a _reductio ad absurdum?_"

CHAPTER XIX

"I'm very sorry to leave you, Mr. Sypher," said Shuttleworth, "but my first
duty is to my wife and family."

Clem Sypher leaned back in his chair behind his great office desk and
looked at his melancholy manager with the eyes of a general whose officers
refuse the madness of a forlorn hope.

"Quite so," he said tonelessly. "When do you want to go?"

"You engaged me on a three-months' notice, but--"

"But you want to go now?"

"I have a very brilliant position offered me if I can take it up in a
fortnight."

"Very well," said Sypher.

"You won't say it's a case of rats deserting a sinking ship, will you, sir?
As I say, my wife and family--"

"The ship's sinking. You're quite right to leave it. Is the position
offered you in the same line of business?"

"Yes," said Shuttleworth, unable to meet his chief's clear, unsmiling eyes.

"One of the rival firms?"

Shuttleworth nodded, then broke out into mournful asseverations of loyalty.
Tithe Cure had flourished he would have stayed with Mr. Sypher till the day
of his death. He would have refused the brilliant offer. But in the
circumstances--"

"_Sauve qui peut,_" said Sypher. "Anothe