“About what?”
“About this bill.”
“Mr. Starr, do you suppose I work for nothing?”
“But you didn’t collect any money for me, squire.”
“And whose fault was that, I’d like to know?” retorted the lawyer. “It appears that your claim was fraudulent—fraudulent, Mr. Starr!”
Mr. Joshua Starr cared very little about the damage to his reputation arising from detection in such a dirty trick, but he cared a great deal about the fifteen dollars.
“It ain’t right for you to ask it, squire. You didn’t do me a mite of good.”
“What business had you to obtain my help in such a scandalous fraud?”
“Suppose we call it even, squire. You ain’t succeeded, and——”
“I shall succeed in this, Mr. Starr. That bill must be paid.”