The Green Bungalow by Fred M. White

That marvellous instinct which had ever caused Blythe to do and say exactly the right thing at the right moment warned him that he had made a false move in insisting on having the sack opened at that particular moment. True, Shute had more or less grudgingly accepted him as a partner in the firm of Shute and Macglendy, but he knew that neither would trust him an inch further than necessary. Indeed, it was plain to him that they did not even trust one another, or else Shute had told his colleague what had happened so far as he, Blythe, was concerned.

And here, at any rate, was another side to the business that Shute had not even hinted at.