“That will do, Shylock,” cautioned Murray. “There is nothing to be said except ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and only thirty seconds in which to say that. I’ve reached the limit of my patience.”
He took out his watch and began to count the seconds.
When they were gone Murray sent for Amy Bronson, the nurse.
“I was just coming to see you,” she explained when she arrived. “I finally found a note hidden away among Albert’s effects. It contained five one hundred-dollar bills and the scribbled line, ‘I have tried to do more for you, but can not.’”
“I didn’t see how he could have spent all the money,” mused Murray.
“Now I can pay the bills,” she said.
“No,” said Murray. “A memorandum of all that he owed is to be sent to me. Mrs. Vincent will pay everything.”
“Mrs. Vincent!” cried the nurse. “Impossible! I couldn’t have so misjudged her.”
“I don’t think you misjudged her,” returned Murray, “but,”—whimsically,—“I’m a wonder at argument. You ought to hear me argue. Mrs. Vincent decided to take my view of the matter with the insurance.”