Mickey showed the letter, told what had caused it to be written, and that he had gone to Mr. Chaffner instead of delivering it, and what instructions had been given him there. Mr. Minturn picked up the telephone and called Mr. Chaffner. When he got him he merely said: "This is Minturn. What's the amount, and where does he bank his funds? Thank you very much indeed." Then he looked at Mickey. "Till noon did you say?" "Yes," cried Mickey breathlessly, "and 'tisn't so long!" "No," said Mr. Minturn, "it isn't. Ask Mrs. Minturn if I may speak with her a moment." "Shall I come back or stay there?" inquired Mickey. "Come back," said Mr. Minturn. "I may need you." Mickey stood before Mrs. Minturn. "Please will you speak with Mr. Minturn a minute?" "Excuse me Leslie," said the lady, rising, and entering the private room. There she turned to Mickey. "I remember you very well," she said, with a steady voice. "You needn't shrink from me. I've done all in my power to atone. It will never be possible for me to think of forgiving myself; but you'll forgive me, won't you?" "Sure! Why lady, I'm awful sorry for you." "I'm sorry for myself," said she. "What was it you wanted, Mr. Minturn?" "Suppose you tell Mrs. Minturn about both your visits here," suggested Mr. Minturn to Mickey. "Sure!" said Mickey. "You see it was like this lady. This morning Mr. Bruce's head is down, and if he doesn't get help before noon, he and Miss Leslie and all those nice people are in trouble. I thought Mr. Minturn ought to know, so I slipped in and told him." "What is the trouble, lad?" asked Mrs. Minturn. "Why you see Miss Leslie's 'darling old Daddy' is one of the city officials, and of course Mr. Bruce left him 'til last, because he would a-staked his life he'd find the man he was hunting before he got to his office, and he _didn't!_" "What, James?" said the lady, turning hurriedly. "Tell her about it, Mickey," said Mr. Minturn calmly.