"No, I haven't the money," replied Deb. Somehow it was all she could manage to say.
"Your brother was unable to raise the amount?"
"He hasn't had time to try."
"I'm sorry, but as I said before 'business is business,' and I'll have to serve the notice," and drawing a paper from his pocket, Mr. Hammerby handed it over.
It was a regular notice drawn up in due form, demanding that in three days they quit the place.
Deb read it, but in her excitement did not notice that the avaricious agent had dated it one day back.
"And must we leave in three days?" she faltered.
"Most assuredly--unless you raise the cash."
"But where will we go?" continued the girl hopelessly.
"That's for you to decide," was the answer. Mr. Hammerby had gone through so many "scenes," as he termed them, that the evident suffering of the person he addressed did not affect him.