Then she vanished. Before Jerry had recovered himself, he was confronted by his mortal enemy, Mrs. Journay.
“Kindly send your bill for the carpenter work you did,” said she, “and it will be attended to promptly.”
He tried a smile.
“That was just a little neighborly service—” he began.
“I prefer not to accept it as such,” she interrupted.
“Well, I prefer not to send bills,” said he, resolutely good-humored. “If you’ll allow me, I’ll introduce myself—”
“I do not allow you.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied firmly, “but it’s time it was done. I’m Mr. Sargent, your landlord.”
This was a blow to stagger Mrs. Journay, but she rallied superbly.
“Indeed!” said she. “Now I see it all! Very well, call your Cooper & Cooper to put us out. Let them—”