“What?” said Norby, involuntarily drawing nearer. “Has any one asked you to do so?”
“Yes,” said the old cottager.
“Is Wangen allowing you tobacco on credit?”
“It’s God Almighty who’s asked me.”
There was a pause. Then Norby cleared his throat, and asked:
“And what have you got to witness about, eh?”
“I went to town with you that time, sir.”
“When?”
“The time you signed that paper,” said the old man.