“How much did you sell it for?”
“I sold four-fifths of it for six thousand dollars.”
Mr. Wentworth was amazed, but he gathered strength to say, “Probably you will never get your money.”
“It was paid me in cash, and I have it invested in good dividend-paying bank stock in St. Louis.”
“Then,” said Wentworth after a pause, “I don’t understand what has brought you here.”
“I have some very important business with you, Mr. Wentworth. I have come to ask you to redeem the solemn promise made to my father to pay him twenty thousand dollars.”
“This is all nonsense,” said Wentworth, knitting his brows. “No such promise was ever made.”
“I beg your pardon, but I can prove to the contrary.”
“Perhaps you will tell me how,” sneered Wentworth.