It would assist his schemes wonderfully to have Ralph Nelson discharged.
"You had my twenty-dollar bill, and you paid it over to Mr. Dicks," said Ralph. "You can't deny it."
At these words Percy staggered back, for the unexpected shot had struck home.
"Who—who says I paid the bill over to Mr. Dicks?"
"Will Dicks himself. You bought cigarettes, and gave him the bill to change."
"I gave him a twenty-dollar bill, but it wasn't yours."
"It was, and I can prove it."
"How?"
"By a grease spot in one corner, made by the butter on a sandwich I had."
"Is that all?" sneered Percy.