"But of course you're not worth what George pays you," he added, quickly. "Nothing like! Nothing like!"
The old fellow was incorrigible. Evan laughed. "Well, good-bye," he said without any hard feeling.
"Wait a minute. Say, I hate to think of those blackguards getting away with the money after all."
"So do I," said Evan quickly.
"Why don't you go after them yourself?"
"Where is the money to be sent to-day?"
"To the library."
"Do you remember what book was mentioned?"
"Yes. 'Carlyle's Essays,' Riverside edition."
"Well, maybe I will," said Evan. "I owe them something on my own account."