"He said this, that he would pay me the coming week."
"He said that, when he had the money in his pocket?" said Mrs. Burton, incredulously.
"Of course I didn't know that he had the money with him. He probably thought of another way in which he wanted to use a part or all of it."
"I don't believe it. He never mentioned any other use for it, and he was not owing any one except you. Mr. Wolverton, I don't like to say it, but I think he paid you the interest."
"Do you doubt my word?" demanded Wolverton, with assumed indignation.
"Suppose I say that you have forgotten it."
"I would not forget anything of that kind. You are very unjust, Mrs. Burton, but I will attribute that to your disappointment. Let me suggest one thing, however. If your husband had paid me, he would have been sure to take a receipt. If you have his wallet here—I happen to know that he was in the habit of carrying a wallet—and you doubt my word, examine the wallet and see if you can find the receipt."
Mrs. Burton thought this a good suggestion, and went up-stairs for the wallet. She opened it, but, as Wolverton had good reason to know would be the case, failed to find the important paper.
"I can't find it," she said, as she re-entered the room.
"Did I not tell you so?" returned Wolverton, triumphantly. "Doesn't that settle it? Wasn't your husband a good enough business man to require a receipt for money paid?"