There was a pause. “Don't you think that Dr. Vince is a good man?” asked Samuel.
“I don't know,” said the other. “I've got no quarrel with him. But I don't like his trade.”
“Doesn't he do a great deal of good to people?”
“Maybe,” said the other, shrugging his shoulders.
“To poor people?” persisted Samuel.
“I dare say,” admitted Charlie. “But you'll notice it takes all the sand out of them—makes them into beggars. And I ain't that sort.”
“Why do you think he tries to help them?”
“Well, he gets paid for it, don't he?”
“But the other people in the church—the ones who pay the money. Why do you think they do it?”
The burglar thought for a moment. “I reckon they do it to make themselves feel good,” he said.