With this, Mr. Folsom strode away.
“What does it mean?” asked Mr. Judson.
“Sorehead, that’s all!” responded Claymore. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about——”
“But he seems to, Mr. Claymore, if I find that there has been any dishonest work in this business, I shall expose it all, understand that. I shall die of the shame of it, but I will not commit suicide until I have seen that the really guilty parties are punished.”
“Come, Mr. Judson, don’t talk of suicide. That’s foolish. You’re not used to business, that’s all.”
“It is not all—ah! there’s Mr. Low’s wagon in front of that store. I am going to speak to him.”
Claymore objected, but the minister was stubborn, and they went into the store.
Low was there, and the clergyman asked him to call at the hotel to talk over matters.
“I want to know all the facts,” said Mr. Judson.
“Waal,” answered Low slowly, “I’ve got some business to attend to, but ef ye’re in at half past three I’ll be thar.”