“Mr. Starr believes in it,” retorted Andy, “for he knows very well he signed it; but he thought it was lost.”
“I demand to see the receipt,” said the lawyer.
“Very well; you shall see it,” assented Andy.
He drew a wallet from his pocket, and, taking out a folded piece of paper, handed it to the lawyer.
“Let me see it,” said Mr. Starr; but there was a cunning look in his eyes which made Andy distrustful.
“I object to his taking it,” interposed our hero.
“I don’t believe it’s genewine,” whined old Joshua. “It’s a base attempt to cheat me out of my money.”
“You’d better not talk about that, Mr. Starr,” said Andy.
“Lemme see it.”
“He has a right to see it,” said Mr. Ross; but he spoke in a quiet tone, for he saw that it would injure his professional reputation to involve himself in an evident attempt at swindling.