"Mr. Checkynshaw, I don't allow any man to insult me," Fitz began. "I have treated you like a gentleman, and I demand as much in return."
"Insult you? Impudent puppy!" gasped Mr. Checkynshaw. "What are we coming to?"
"You insulted me in a public barber's shop. Not content with that, you call me a stupid and useless blockhead—me, sir."
"No more of this! Take your pay, and be gone! There's five dollars, a full week's salary for three days' service," added the banker, pushing a five-dollar bill across the desk towards Fitz.
The young man was not too proud to take it.
"Go! Don't stop here another minute," said the wrathy banker, glancing at the clock, which now indicated the time he had appointed for the coming of Leo Maggimore.
"I am not ready to go just yet. I have a demand to make upon you. You have defrauded my mother out of a fortune."
"That will do! Not another word," said Mr. Checkynshaw, turning red in the face.
"My mother will take steps to obtain her rights."
"Will you go?" demanded the banker.