"That settles it. Now get right out after that lawyer of yours at once, to-night, and have him withdraw those papers and destroy them—or no, better than that, you bring them here to me to-morrow—no, bring them _to-night_—I’ll wait for you. And hurry, will you please, for I’m quite busy and must be rid of this as quickly as possible. I’ll look for you within an hour." * * * * * Mr. Phillips could not have been very busy, for he did nothing but walk the room till Porter returned. And two hours had passed before that time. "I’m sorry to keep you waitin’ so long, suh," the negro apologized; "but me and Mistuh Shaw had to hunt up the officer to git the papers. It was so late when he served ’em he couldn’ retu’n ’em to court to-night, and he was holdin’ ’em over in his pocket till mornin’." "Thank Heaven for that. Did you tell him to keep his mouth shut?" "Yes, suh." "And will he do it?" "I think he will, suh. Mistuh Shaw fixed him. He’s a frien’ of Mistuh Shaw." "Well, he’d better. I’ll hold Shaw responsible for him. Let me see the papers.... Yes, this is all right.... Now here’s ten dollars and a receipt for that much in full of all claims for breach of promise and so forth you and your daughter have against Hayward Graham. You just sign the receipt, and I’ll pay you the balance of the five thousand to-morrow—there’s not a tenth of that sum in the house to-night. You’ll take my promise for the balance, won’t you?" "Yes, suh—oh yes, suh," said Mr. Porter, his manner showing his full appreciation of the fact that between gentlemen of standing the ordinary strict rules of business could be waived with perfect safety. With all his discernment, however, he saw nothing more in this proceeding than his trusting Mr. Phillips for $4,990 till the morning. * * * * * When he was ushered into the President’s office the next morning Henry Porter received from Mr. Phillips’ own hands the $4,990 in currency of the highest denominations fresh from the treasury. He verified the correctness of the amount almost at a glance. "I’ll give you a receipt, suh," he said. "Oh, no, don’t trouble; the receipt for ten dollars in Hayward Graham’s name in settlement of the claim for breach of promise answers every purpose legally." As he spoke the President smiled in a satisfied way, and it occurred to Black Henry that a ten dollar breach of promise suit would be quite a contemptible and ridiculous affair if it got to the newspapers.