The gentleman looked at it, and said, "That is all right."
"All right?" said the bank clerk. "Is that really your signature, sir?"
"Certainly," said the gentleman.
"Quite sure, sir?"
"As sure as I am of my own existence."
The clerk looked puzzled and somewhat disconcerted, so sure was he that the signature was false.
"How can I be deceived in my own handwriting?" asked the supposed drawer of the cheque.
"Well," said the clerk, "you will excuse me, I hope, but I have refused to pay on that signature, because I do not believe it is yours."
"Pay!" said the customer. "For Heaven's sake, do not dishonour my signature."
"I will never do that," was the answer; "but will you look through your papers, counterfoils, bank-book, and accounts, and see if you can trace this cheque?"