"Have you seen him often?"
"To-day was the first time."
"He has written to you?"
"Yes."
"Sent you presents, I suppose?"
"A few pieces of jewelry. Every week he has sent me an envelope. Inside, with a blank piece of paper, was a hundred-dollar bill. I never knew until to-day who sent them."
"What have you done with these things?"
"I handed them all back to him, in this room, half an hour ago. I told him I could accept nothing from him, but finally I agreed to go to dinner with him to-night. He's probably waiting out front now, in his car."
Clayton rose to his feet nervously and paced the floor.
"What else did he say?" he inquired.