“She says I had mislaid the note, and her husband agreed to take a receipt instead.”
“But she don’t show the receipt.”
“No; that’s where I’ve got her,” chuckled the old man. “I say, square, ain’t my claim good?”
“Certainly, if she can’t show any receipt from you.”
“Then you can collect it for me?”
“I can try; but I don’t suppose she has any property.”
“There’s her furnitoor,” suggested the old man.
“Well, you may leave the note, and I will see what I can do. Good-night!”
When the lawyer was left alone, there was a look of malicious satisfaction on his face.