Without further words, he put on his coat and hurried down into the village. When he reached Uriah Dicks' general store he found father and son in the act of putting up the shutters for the night.
"I would like to see you a minute, Will," Ralph said to the son.
"All right," returned Will Dicks, and, leaving his father to place the last of the shutters up, he led the way inside the store.
"I believe Percy Paget paid you a twenty-dollar bill this afternoon," began Ralph, hardly knowing how to open the conversation.
"He paid it to me just before supper time."
"Did he say anything about where he got it?"
"Why, no. Why do you ask?"
"I have my reasons, Will. Will you let me see the bill?"
"What's the trouble?" asked Will Dicks, and his father stepped into the doorway to hear what the young bridge tender might have to say.
"I would like to see the bill, that is all."