The editor introduced Penny, who bowed politely and retreated to a chair by the window. Prejudiced against Mr. Blake, she had no desire to talk to him.
“What may I do for you?” Mr. Parker asked the caller.
“Ah, this time it is I who shall bestow the favor,” Mr. Blake responded, taking a cheque book from his pocket. “Your paper has been campaigning for a very worthy cause, namely the Orphans’ Summer Camp Fund. It wrings my heart that those unfortunate kiddies have been denied the benefit of fresh air and sunshine.”
“If you wish to make a donation, you should give your money to Mrs. Van Cleve,” the editor cut him short.
“I much prefer to present my cheque to you,” the caller insisted. “Shall I make it out for a hundred and fifty dollars?”
“That’s a very handsome donation,” said Mr. Parker, unable to hide his surprise. “But why give it to me?”
Mr. Blake coughed in embarrassment. “I thought you might deem the offering worthy of a brief mention in your paper.”
“Oh, I see,” the editor responded dryly.
“I don’t wish publicity for myself, you understand, but only for the real estate company which bears my name.”
“I quite understand, Mr. Blake. If we should use your picture—”