Samuel was staring at him. “I can't believe it!” he exclaimed.
“Nonsense!” laughed the other. “Ask round a bit!” And then he added quickly, “Why, see here—didn't you tell me you knew Billy Finnegan—the barkeeper?”
“Yes, I know him.”
“Well, then, you can go right to headquarters and find out. His boss, John Callahan, was one of the supervisors—he got the dough. Go and ask Finnegan.”
“But will he tell?” exclaimed Samuel.
“I guess he'll tell,” said Charlie, “if you go at him right. It's no great secret—the whole town's been laughing about it.”
Samuel was almost too shocked for words. “Do you suppose Dr. Vince knows it?” he cried.
“He don't know much if he doesn't,” was the other's reply.
“A member of his church!” gasped the boy.
“Oh, pshaw!” laughed the other. “You're too green, Sammy! What's the church got to do with business? Why, look—there's old Wygant—another of the vestrymen!”