“It bounced.”
She had been pouring coffee into a percolator. Now she whirled round, still holding the coffee can in her hand. “What are you talking about?”
“It bounced.”
“Why, that cheque was as good as gold!”
“There seems to be a slight difference of opinion,” I told her. “The bank seems to think otherwise. Apparently you had deposited a cheque and drawn against it with this cheque you gave us. The cheque you deposited was no good.”
“Donald, that’s absurd! That cheque was perfectly good.”
I said, “Ring up your bank, if you doubt what I’m telling you.”
She slowly put down the coffee can as though in a daze, then said, “Good grief, I’d never thought of that!”
After a while I said, “Bertha Cool’s worked up about it.”
“ She would be.”