He was finally spared the embarrassment of confession or explanation, for as the president pushed back his chair from the table he remarked casually:
“So your secret is out, son.”
“Yes, sir. I didn’t mean to tell, but I got so angry at Tolman, Father.”
“Well, perhaps it is just as well to travel under your own name from now on. It’s a rather good name. And by the by, Peter, here is a receipt for the money Strong owes me on that motorcycle. We’ll cancel that debt. The company was saved several times the amount by getting that lot of patent leather in out of the rain to-day.”
“But I can’t take money for that, Father,” stammered Peter.
“Strong can. That will close my dealings with him. To me it is worth a far bigger sum than that to get my own boy back again.”
