"Oh, we're perfectly friendly," she smiled. "I generally go down there to get my check."
"Whose check is it—his or the company's?"
"I really don't know," she answered simply. "What difference would it make?"
"Oh, nothing—except that he might claim that he'd loaned you the money."
"Loaned it? To me?"
"Why, yes. One hears of such things."
"But it is my money!" she cried, stiffening.
"You paid that for the stock."
She shook her head helplessly.
"I don't understand these things," she murmured. "If Jim had been alive it wouldn't have happened. He was so careful."