His personality had impressed itself upon his world, first by its idiosyncrasies and afterwards by its enigmatical excesses.
What was he thinking of as he laid the papers away in the tin box in a drawer, locked it, and put the key in his pocket?
He had found to the smallest detail Billy's iniquity, and he was now ready to shoulder the responsibility, to save the man, who, he knew, was scarce worth the saving.

But Kathleen--there was what gave him pause.

As he turned to the window and looked out over the square he shuddered.

He thought of the exchange of documents he had made with her that day, and he had a sense of satisfaction.

This defalcation of Billy's would cripple him, for money had flown these last few years.