THE TOUCHSTONE
"Obviously, from my not sending the check sooner. You see I'm new to the business."
"And since when have you discovered that there was any question of business, as far as I was concerned?"
Glennard flushed and his voice rose slightly. "Are you reproaching me for not having remembered it sooner?"
Flamel, who had spoken in the rapid repressed tone of a man on the verge of anger, stared a moment at this and then, in his natural voice, rejoined good-humoredly, "Upon my soul, I don't understand you!"
The change of key seemed to disconcert Glennard. "It's simple enough," he muttered.
"Simple enough—your offering me money in return for a friendly service? I don't know what your other friends expect!"
"Some of my friends wouldn't have undertaken the job. Those who would have done so would probably have expected to be paid."
He lifted his eyes to Flamel and the two men
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