Their conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Will, in company with Miss Arlington.
He turned a quizzical look upon the apparent country merchant as he politely handed the lady a seat.
Mr. Leonard looked on in utter surprise at this unexpected visit.
“I’ve got a trifle of secret bizness with you, Mr. Leonard,” said Will, quietly. “But your friend needn’t go. I guess he won’t blow.”
“Secret business?” repeated Mr. Leonard. “Well, as it is no secret from all present, let us have it.”
“Ever see that handwriting before?” asked Will, handing an open letter to the country merchant.
“Me?” said the latter, in surprise.
“Yes, you,” replied Will. “Didn’t think you sold me with that toggery, I hope? Know you like a breeze, Mr. Fitler. Jist look at that letter.”
“Ah! where did you get this?” he exclaimed, as he glanced at the letter.
“You know it then?” asked Will.