When once explained the whole matter was as clear as day.
When he had finished the writing, Mr. Harrison read the paper out loud, and after some hesitation the woman signed it, and then we both witnessed it.
"I guess our business here is at an end," said my Western friend.
"I think so," I replied. "But one thing more, Mrs. Mitts," I continued, turning to her. "If Mr. Woodward or Chris Holtzmann calls, I think you will find it advisable to keep this affair a secret."
"I will not be at home to them," she replied briefly.
"A good plan," said Mr. Harrison. "Now that you have done the right thing, the less you say about the matter the better for you."
A few minutes later, with the paper tucked safely in my pocket, we left the house. Mrs. Mitts watched us sharply from behind the half-closed blinds.
In half an hour we were down town and across the ferry once more.
"I suppose you wish to get home as soon as possible," said Mr. Harrison, as we boarded a street-car to take us to his hotel.
"Yes, sir. My sister and the rest will be anxious to hear how I've made out, and besides I'm anxious to learn how things have gone since I have been away."