"I refuse to discuss her affairs with you," Davis declared.
"I suppose you mistrust me," said Samson. "Well, I've offered to pay you and I'm going to make it plain to them that they don't have to worry any more about the money you loaned them."
"Very well, I bid you good morning."
"Don't be in a hurry," Samson answered. "I have a note of five thousand dollars against you. It is endorsed to me by Henry Brimstead and I want to collect it."
"I refuse to pay it," Davis promptly answered.
"Then I shall have to put it in the hands of a lawyer," said Samson.
"Put it where you like but don't consume any more of my time."
"But you'll have to hear me say that I don't think you're honest."
"I have heard you," Davis answered calmly.
Samson withdrew and went to the home of Mrs. Kelso. He found her with Bim's boy in her lap—a handsome little lad, then a bit over two years old,—at the house on La Salle Street. The good woman gave Samson an account of the year filled with tearful praise of the part Mr. Davis had played in it. Samson told of the failure of Bim's letter to reach him and of his offer to return the money which Davis had paid for their relief.