"For Heaven's sake!" shouted Harrison, who had been singing "With
All Thy Faults I Love Thee Still," to Pettingill's lay figure.

"Come home with me, grandson, come home with me now," suggested
Subway Smith.

"Tell Ellis to go to Halifax," commanded Montgomery, and again
Ellis took the elevator downward. His usually impassive face now
wore a look of anxiety, and twice he started to return to the top
floor, shaking his head dubiously. At last he climbed into a
hansom and reluctantly left the revelers behind. He knew it was a
birthday celebration, and it was only half-past twelve in the
morning.

At three o'clock the elevator made another trip to the top floor
and Ellis rushed over to the unfriendly doorbell. This time there
was stubborn determination in his face. The singing ceased and a
roar of laughter followed the hush of a moment or two.

"Come in!" called a hearty voice, and Ellis strode firmly into the
studio.

"You are just in time for a 'night-cap,' Ellis," cried Harrison,
rushing to the footman's side. Ellis, stolidly facing the young
man, lifted his hand.

"No, thank you, sir," he said, respectfully. "Mr. Montgomery, if
you'll excuse me for breaking in, I'd like to give you three
messages I've brought here to-night."