There is the money you gave me, and I will not charge you anything for the little trouble I have been put to.
That should convince you of my integrity.

Now perhaps you will leave my office, and let me wash my hands of the whole affair." I noticed that little Codd placed his hand upon the other's arm.

It travelled down until their hands met.

I saw that the blind man was making an effort to recover his composure, and I felt sure that he regretted ever having lost it.

A moment later Codd came across the room to my table, and, taking up a piece of paper, wrote upon it the following words-- "Kitwater is sorry, I am sure.