"That won't do! How can you prove it was?"
"Because," said the grocer triumphantly, "the bill I lost was a twenty-dollar bill, and the bill the boy offered me was a twenty-dollar bill," and Mr. Jones looked around the court-room with a complacent and triumphant smile. Squire Marlowe, judge though he was, gave a little nod, as if to show that he, too, thought the argument was unanswerable. Even Bert's friends in the court-room glanced at each other gravely. It certainly looked bad for our hero.
CHAPTER XV.
BERT'S TRIUMPHANT VINDICATION.
"You have not answered my question, Mr. Jones," persisted the young lawyer.
"I rather think I have," said the grocer, looking around him triumphantly.
"But not satisfactorily. I ask you again, how do you know that the twenty-dollar bill tendered you by my client was the same bill which you left on the desk?"
"It stands to reason——"