"Didn't he pay it to you, Mr. Wolverton?" asked Mrs. Burton, with a searching glance. "Carry back your memory to that day, and answer me that question."
Mr. Wolverton showed himself a little restive under this interrogatory, but he assumed an air of indignation.
"What do you mean, widder?" he demanded, bringing down his cane with emphasis upon the floor. "Do you doubt my word?"
"I think you may be mistaken, Mr. Wolverton," said Mrs. Burton, composedly.
"Who has been putting this into your head, widder? Is it that boy of yours?"
Bob answered for himself:
"I don't mind saying that I did tell mother that I thought the money had been paid."
"Humph! you think yourself mighty smart, Bob Burton," snarled Wolverton. "Nat'rally you'd like to get rid of paying the interest, if you could; but you've got a business man to deal with, not a fool."
"You are no fool where money is concerned, there's no doubt about that. But I want to ask you one thing, if my father didn't pay you the money which mother can testify to his carrying with him on the morning of his death, what became of it?"
"How should I know? Did you search his wallet when he was brought home?"