"Ban't it enough?"
Weekes laughed.
"That's a home question; however, since you want to do the honest thing, I won't stand in your way."
He took out a heavy leather purse and put the note into it.
"Now we'll cry quits. Don't let this go no further."
Weekes shook hands and left Daniel abruptly; but the big man felt satisfied. He held that, save for his own lasting regret, the matter was now concluded. He continued to be ashamed of himself when he reflected upon it; but he ceased to feel any pity for Jarratt Weekes, and he could not satisfy himself that the other's motives had been pure.
Now Daniel called upon his master and found him at home.
"I came because of the rain," he said. "I knew 'twould hold you to the house."
Hilary was writing, and held his hand for silence. Then he finished a page and blotted it. Various papers littered his desk, and, among others, lay a large one, rolled up and tied round the middle with pink tape.
"Good-morning, Dan. This is a funny coincidence. I sent for you an hour ago. You missed my messenger."