"Can you receive a letter?"

"That was forbidden too."

"A message?"

"Nothing was said about that."

"Then will you do me the favor to say to the lady that the check will
not be cashed till Mr. Stirling has been able to explain something to
her."

"Certainly. She can't object to that."

"Thank you."

"Not at all." The president rose and escorted him to the door. "That was
a splendid speech of yours, Mr. Stirling," he added. "I'm not a bit
ashamed to say that it put salt water in my old eyes."

"I think," said Peter, "it was the deaths of the poor little children,
more than anything I said, that made people feel it."

The next morning's mail brought Peter a second note, in the same
handwriting as that of the day before. It read:

"Miss De Voe has received Mr. Stirling's message and will be
pleased to see him in regard to the check, at half after eleven
to-day (Wednesday) if he will call upon her.