He had not long to wait.
He had walked but two hundred yards when he met Guy sauntering along with a pleasant smile on his face.
“Here, you, Guy!” he called out, unceremoniously. “Your father tells me you have lent him five hundred dollars.”
“I hope you don’t doubt my father’s word,” said Guy, amused by the deacon’s evident perplexity.
“I don’t doubt it, for I’ve got the money in my wallet. The question is, where did you get it?”
“Yes, that is the question.”
“What have you got to say for yourself?” demanded the deacon, sharply.
“Only that I was very glad to oblige my dear father.”
“I don’t mean that. Where did you get the money?”