Next morning the postman delivered a letter at No. 93, addressed to Mrs. Nathaniel Journay, who was none other than the portly lady.
Dear Madam:
In order to avoid a misunderstanding which has often been a cause for dissatisfaction in our tenants, we beg to call your attention to that clause in your lease which restrains the tenant from driving any nails into the walls, or in any way defacing or marring the walls or woodwork of the premises.
Trusting that you find the house entirely as represented,
Very truly yours,
Cooper & Cooper, Agents.
“Humph!” said she, very much taken aback.
Lynn looked up from her breakfast.
“What is it, auntie?” she asked.
“Nothing,” said the other calmly. “Simply one of the necessary annoyances of a business career.”
She was prepared to say a good deal more than that to a certain person. She was by no means stupid. She put two and two together, and chalked up a mighty black four against that fraudulent carpenter. He was the talebearer. Very well—only wait until he presented himself again!