The attorney slowly sat down again and then laughed uneasily.
“I had completely forgotten that, Mr. Williams. Your insistence nettled me for the moment and quite put it out of my head. A tempest in a tea-pot—much ado about nothing, of course!—But rights are rights, you know.—It’s instinct with us lawyers to insist upon them, isn’t it?”
“Mr. Meyer, kindly hand your check to this lady who will deliver her deed,” directed Williams, as he passed the paper to the woman.
Meyer beckoned the young lawyer to the window.
“Is everything all right?” he whispered, as he fumbled in his pocket for the check, “are you sure?”
“Do as I tell you!” was the whispered answer, so sharp and savage that the old man started and his cunning eyes flashed angrily. For a moment he hesitated, gazing earnestly into the calm face of his counsel and then turned suddenly and handed the check to the woman.
“Is that check certified? Let me see it!” cried Stein starting to his feet. The woman handed it to him, at the same time delivering the deed into Meyer’s outstretched hand.
“Now what did you do that for?” Stein snapped angrily at his client—“can’t you wait——”
He stopped suddenly, for something clicked behind him and he turned just in time to see Winter handcuffed and struggling in the arms of a detective.