“That was my seminary tuition for my last semester,” I said, looking up at him.

“I thought the parish scholarship fund paid that bill.”

Arthur flipped the ledger page over with a sharp snap.

“Kade was a generous donor to young men who needed to finish school and move on.”

“Why is a copy of my 1979 tuition check sitting in Kade’s corporate file?” I asked.

Arthur smoothed his silk tie and adjusted his signet ring.

“Because Kade kept tidy records, Tom.