“Nor I; but when a man tries to impose upon me, I like to resist him boldly.”
“You won’t be too hasty, Andy?”
“No; but, mother, let me manage the matter, and leave me to produce the receipt when I think it best.”
“Wouldn’t it be well to save trouble by letting them know at once that we have found it, Andy?” asked the widow.
“No, mother; I want to make them show their hand first.”
Andy had hardly completed this sentence, when a knock was heard at the door.
Mrs. Gordon opened it.
“Good-afternoon, widder!” said Joshua Starr, in his cracked voice, which was usually pitched on a high key.
“Good-afternoon, Mrs. Gordon!” said the lawyer, blandly. “We have called—Mr. Starr and myself—on a little matter of business.”
“Yes, ma’am, we’ve called on business,” echoed Starr.