He could barely stand, and his eyes would not stay open. “Has Rudolph given you more to drink?” demanded Conrad. “If he has he’s worked his last day here.” But Eggy was in no condition to understand the question. Disgusted, Conrad threw Eggy back on the old mattress, covered him with a few blankets and left. “Shall we wash the dishes ourselves?” Harold asked when Conrad told him that Eggy was still incapacitated. “No. We’ll leave them till the morning. Eggy will have to work all day Sunday. It’s as simple as that.—Go to bed, Harold. You look completely worn out.” Harold, stifling a yawn, admitted he was. After Harold had left, Conrad sat on his stool. In a few minutes Mrs. Hill came in; she always waited till she heard Harold go upstairs to bed. “That was a delicious dinner,”
