and he was—well, he admits it—he was provoked.
"Since then he has made inquiries, and, learning who you were, he at once authorized me to make a settlement in full. So if five hundred dollars"
"The repair bill," said Tom, and his voice was not very cordial, in spite of the other's persuasive smile, "the bill came to three hundred forty-seven dollars. Here is the receipted bill. I paid it, and, to be frank with you, I intended bringing suit against Mr. Peters for that sum."
"No need, no need at all, I assure you!" interrupted Mr. Boylan, as he counted out some bills. "There you are, and I regret that you and Mr. Peters had such a misunderstanding. It was all his fault and he wants to apologize to you."
"The apology is accepted," said Tom, and he smiled a trifle. "Also the money. I take it merely as a matter of justice, for I assure you that Mr. Peters's own machinist will say the accident was his employer's fault."
"No doubt of it, not the least in the wor1d," said the caller. "And now that I have this disagreeable business over, let me speak of something more pleasant."
Instinctively Tom felt that now the real object of the man's call would be made plain—that the
