In
the end he did nothing, and the letter from St. Louis was
permanently filed away. There were several reasons for this
action. For one thing, he was a salaried man, and could not afford
to lose his job. What influenced him most, however, was his
genuine liking for Anthony. He could not bring himself to attach
much weight to the suspicious circumstances connected with him.
Being a man of sufficient courage to back his own judgment, he
decided that no matter what might have been the past of Frank
Wellar, alias Jefferson Locke, Kirk Anthony was entitled to
another chance.
The first thing Kirk did when pay-day came was to enclose the
greater part of his salary in an envelope and send it to John
Weeks, with a note explaining that he had withheld only enough for
his own actual needs, and promising to continue reducing his
indebtedness by a like amount monthly. He was surprised beyond
measure to have the remittance promptly returned. The brief letter
that accompanied it brought him a flush of discomfort. What the
deuce had made Mrs. Cortlandt do that? For a time he was undecided
whether to be offended at her conduct or gratified, and he had not
settled the matter to his satisfaction when he called upon her
that evening.
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