never dreamed of putting back what he took. What the dangnation you talking about—accusing me!"
"He needed it," she said. "He needed it to run away with! How could he expect to live, after he got away, if he didn't have a little money? Oh, poor, poor, poor Walter! Poor, poor, poor———"
She went back to this repetition; and Adams went back to his own, then paused, seeing his old friend standing in the hallway outside the open door.
"Ah—I'll just be goin', I guess, Virgil," Lohr said. "I don't see as there's any use my tryin' to say any more. I'll do anything you want me to, you understand."
"Wait a minute," Adams said, and, groaning came and went down the stairs with him. "You say you didn't see the old man at all?"
"No, I don't know a thing about what he's going to do," Lohr said, as they reached the lower floor. "Not a thing. But look here, Virgil, I don't see as this calls for you and your wife to take on so hard about—anyhow not as hard as the way you've started."
"No," Adams gulped. "It always seems that way to the other party that's only looking on!"
"Oh, well, I know that, of course," old Charley
