“Well, I had a little trouble in getting it,” went on Noddy, not going into particulars, however. “And here it is. Just one hundred dollars, isn’t it?”
“Correct, my dear boy.”
“Ten fives are fifty,” said Noddy, counting out some bills, “and twenty is seventy. Twenty more is ninety, and that ten makes just the hundred.”
“Hold on here!” exclaimed Paul, when Noddy had come to the end of his counting. “This bill doesn’t look just right.”
“Which bill?”
“This last ten dollar one. I never saw one like it.”
“Nonsense, that’s all right,” responded Noddy. “Let’s see it.”
Paul passed it back.
“Why, certainly it’s good,” Noddy said. “It’s a state bank bill, instead of a national one, that’s all. Issued by the Merchants’ Bank of Boston.”
“But what’s that queer red mark on it?”