know anything."

"Rosie, don't talk. Someday you might make a mistake and really
say something worth listening to," advised Slivers.

For some reason the men evinced no inclination to leave the car.
They hung about, perhaps waiting for something to turn up.
Each felt that there was something in the air, nor were
they mistaken.

It was nearly three o'clock when Phil and Teddy returned to
the car. Mr. Sparling was not with them. The lads went direct
to the office, unlocked the door and entered.

The men looked at each other and nodded as if to say, "I told you
so," but none ventured to speak.

After what seemed a long wait Phil stepped from the office,
followed by Teddy. They heard the lads coming down the corridor.
Phil stopped when he reached the main part of the car. His face
was solemn.

"Boys," he began, "I have some news for you. Mr. Sparling has
been here today, as you probably know."

Some of the men nodded.

"The next piece of news is that Mr. Snowden has closed with
the car. He is no longer manager."