"Haven't I?" she asked complacently.
"And I suppose," he said, "that I might as well begin to-morrow. In fact, I could send some kind of a summons to Miss Blanchard to-night."
"Any day, only soon," she agreed. "Before the stockholders' meeting will be best."
"Now is the time," he said. He went to his desk, stooped over it, and wrote rapidly. Then he brought her the paper. "Will that do?" He had merely written: "With the best wishes of Stephen F. Ellis."
"Why," she began doubtfully. "Oh, I see; you mean to be sarcastic. And what will you inclose with this?"
He took the note from his pocket-book and showed it to her. "For fifteen thousand dollars, you see. And it is in legal form."
"Yes," she said with satisfaction. "You'll just remind her that you have it, and demand immediate payment?"
"I will do this," he replied. He tore the note across, laid the pieces together, and tore them again, and once again. Then he folded them with the paper on which he had written.
"Stephen!" she cried.
He took an envelope from the desk and put the papers in. "And I send it all to her. Now perhaps you understand?"