Burke turned without a word and walked from the office.
After he had gone Trubus rang the buzzer for his telephone girl.
"Miss Emerson, did that policeman leave his name and station?"
"No, sir; but I know his number. He's mighty fresh."
"Well, I must find out who he is. He is a dangerous man."
Trubus turned toward his mail, and with a slight tremor in his hand which the shrewd girl noticed began to open the letters.
Check after check fluttered to the surface of the desk, and the great philanthropist regained his composure by degrees. When he had collected the postage offertory, carefully indorsed them all, and assembled the funds sent in for his great work, he slipped them into a generously roomy wallet, and placed the latter in the pocket of his frock coat.
He opened a drawer in his desk, and drew forth a tan leather bank book. Taking his silk hat from the bronze hook by the door, he closed the desk, after slamming the Bible shut with a sacrilegious impatience, quite out of keeping with his manner of a half hour earlier.
"I am going to the bank, Miss Emerson. I will return in half an hour to lead in the prayer at the opening of the directors' meeting. Kindly inform the gentlemen when they arrive."
He slammed the door as he left the offices.