'I have no objection, Chris.'
'And if I happen to say something to him--something to the point--you'll not mind, perhaps.'
'Say whatever you like, Chris, my boy.'
'I want a promise from you, Turk. Not a word of all this to Jessie.'
'All right, Chris.'
Exactly at twelve o'clock Mr. Glover entered the shop. I was in the back-room, and I listened quietly to the few words that passed, in the course of which Turk told Mr. Glover that he was enabled to pay him the balance of the account between them. Mr. Glover said that it might stand, if Turk wished, but Turk insisted on paying him, and produced the money. As Mr. Glover was signing the receipt to the bond, Turk threw open the door of the room in which I was sitting, and said,
'Chris, perhaps you would not mind witnessing Mr. Glover's signature.'
Mr. Glover looked up with anger in his face, and our eyes met. I quietly placed my name on the paper as a witness, and then, with a glance at Mr. Glover's signature, I handed the paper to Turk.
'So now, Turk,' I said, with a smile, 'I am your creditor instead of Mr. Glover.'
I saw that Turk did not understand why I made this apparently unnecessary statement.