“I was looking at the January transfer.”

Mark stopped chewing.

He set his sandwich down on the ceramic plate and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

Then he folded the napkin neatly into a square.

“Is there a problem, Arthur?”

“Emma mentioned her private school tuition was going up,” I said.

“I just want to make sure the forty thousand dollars is covering everything she needs for the spring term.”

Mark reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his leather wallet to leave a tip.