"You could pass it in New York."
Reginald Ward considered a moment, but shook his head. "No, it would be too dangerous," he said. "It might be traced to me, and it would be known that I have been in Lakeville. I should have to expose you to screen myself."
"Then what would you advise me to do?"
"Get it back to Mr. Jones in some way. Here, take an envelope, inclose the bill, and mark the grocer's name on it. Then drop it somewhere, and the thing will be done; Jones will be happy and you will be safe."
"All right!"
Percy followed Reginald's advice, and then put the letter in his pocket.
"When are you going back to New York?" he asked.
"To-morrow. I will leave you my address, and hope you will have the honesty to pay me what you owe me as soon as possible."
"Yes, I will, but I am afraid that won't be soon."
"You ought to make an effort to pay me."