They were entering Raleigh now, and he ordered the coachman to pull his horses down to a walk.  He had decided to make use of the Belle Plain turnout in creating an atmosphere of confidence and trust—­especially trust.  To this end he spent the best part of an hour interviewing his creditors.  It amounted almost to a mass-meeting of the adult male population, for he had no favorites.  When he invaded virgin territory he believed in starting the largest possible number of accounts without delay.  The advantage of his system, as he explained its workings to Mahaffy, was that it bred a noble spirit of emulation.  He let it be known in a general way that things were looking up with him; just in what quarter he did not specify, but there he was, seated in the Belle Plain carriage and the inference was unavoidable that Miss Malroy was to recognize his activities in a substantial manner.

Mahaffy, loafing away the afternoon in the county clerk’s office, heard of the judge’s return.  He heard that Charley Norton had left a will; that Thicket Point went to Miss Malroy; that the Norton cousins in middle Tennessee were going to put up a fight; that Judge Price had been retained as counsel by Miss Malroy; that he was authorized to begin an independent search for Charley Norton’s murderer, and was to spare no expense; that Judge Price was going to pay his debts.  Mahaffy grinned at this and hurried home.  He could believe all but the last, that was the crowning touch of unreality.

The judge explained the situation.

“I wouldn’t withhold hope from any man, Solomon; it’s the cheapest thing in the world and the one thing we are most miserly about extending to our fellows.  These people all feel better —­and what did it cost me?—­just a little decent consideration; just the knowledge of what the unavoidable associations of ideas in their own minds would do for them!”

What had seemed the corpse of credit breathed again, and the judge and Mahaffy immediately embarked upon a characteristic celebration.  Early candlelight found them making a beginning; midnight came—­the gray and purple of dawn—­and they were still at it, back of closed doors and shuttered windows.

CHAPTER XXVI

BETTY LEAVES BELLE PLAIN

Hannibal had devoted himself loyally to the judge’s glorification, and Betty heard all about the letter, the snuffing of the candles and the reward of five thousand dollars.  It vastly increased the child’s sense of importance and satisfaction when he discovered she had known nothing of these matters until he told her of them.

“Why, where would Judge Price get so much money, Hannibal?” she asked, greatly astonished.

“He won’t have to get it, Miss Betty; Mr. Mahaffy says he don’t reckon no one will ever tell who wrote the letter—­he ’lows the man who done that will keep pretty mum—­he just dassent tell!” the boy explained.