"Good morning, Maj. Pagebrook. May I speak to you a moment?"
"Good morning, Charles."
"Has there been any administrator appointed for Ewing's estate?"
"No, not yet. I reckon I must take out papers next court day, as he was of age when he died. It's only a matter of form, I reckon, as there are no debts."
"Well, my only reason for asking is I hold Ewing's note for two hundred and twenty-five dollars. I'm in no hurry, only I wanted to act regularly and get it in shape by presenting it."
"You have Ewing's note? Why, what is it for?" asked Major Pagebrook in astonishment.
"Borrowed money," answered the doctor.
"Borrowed money? But how did he come to borrow it?"
"Well, the fact is Ewing got to playing bluff with Foggy one day just before he got sick, and Foggy fleeced him pretty badly, and I lent him the money to pay out with. He didn't want to owe it to Foggy, you know."
"Have you the note with you?" asked Maj. Pagebrook.