"Do you know who I am?"
"You are what I just called you."
"I have a strong inclination to knock you down, but I will try to curb my temper, as all Christian people should. I am Ralph Goodwill, the son of the Reverend Amos Goodwill, of Denver. I have come to Chicago to complete my studies for the ministry."
"You'll have to turn over a new leaf before you become a minister," answered Robert.
"Evidently you do not believe me."
"Why should I? You are a thief, and you cannot humbug me into believing otherwise."
"Mr. Frost, there may be some mistake," put in the landlady timidly.
"There is no mistake, Mrs. Gibbs. Did you ever see a seminary student sporting such a suit of clothing."
"Well—er—I don't know as to that."
"The suit is one I picked up in the slums," said Andy Cross glibly. "I have been doing some work there, assisted by some Salvation Army people. You can work better among the poor, lost ones if you are dressed like them," he added softly.