"
"I could tell the directors in only one way," Mr. Bascomb answered, his
face growing sallow. "That would be to tell my story and hand in my
resignation in the same breath. Reade, you don't realize how much the
presidency of the Melliston Company means to me! To resign, or to be
kicked out, would end my career in the business world."
In the near darkness a step sounded on the gravel. Then Mr. Prenter came
briskly forward.
"Bascomb," said the treasurer of the company, "Reade's advice was good,
though wholly unnecessary. There is no need to tell the directors the
story of your past misfortune. Most of them know it already."
The president's face grew grayish as he listened in torment.
"Moreover," Mr. Prenter continued, "most of us have known all about the
matter since just before you were elected president."
"And yet you allowed me to be elected!" cried Mr. Bascomb hoarsely.
"Yes; because we looked up your life and your conduct since---well, ever
since you left the past behind and came out into business life again.
Our investigation showed that you had been living for years as an honest
man. The rest of us on the board are men---or think we are---and we voted,
informally, not to allow one misstep of yours to outweigh years of the most
upright living since.
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