"Well, Merrill, what do you want to see me about?" he asked. "Have you cut the pants?"
"No."
"You haven't? I wanted you to go to work on them at once."
"I know; but it was necessary to see you first."
"Why—didn't you take the measure right?"
"Luke," said Mr. Merrill, looking him steadily in the eye, "where did you get that money you paid me?"
"Where did I get the money?" repeated Luke, flushing up. "What makes you ask me that question? Isn't it good money? 'Tisn't counterfeit, is it?"
"I asked you where you got it from?"
"From the man I work for, to be sure," said Luke.
"Will you swear to that?"