"Where did you get that money?" asked Squire Davenport, in evident discomfiture.
"I don't think it necessary to answer that question; but there is another matter I wish to speak to you about. When will you be ready to pay the sum you owe my father's estate?"
Squire Davenport started violently.
"What do you mean?" he demanded hoarsely.
Harvey Dinsmore entered the room from the kitchen at that point.
"I will answer that question," he said. "Ben refers to a note for a thousand dollars signed by you, which was found on his father's person at the time of his death."
"No such note is in existence," said the squire triumphantly. He remembered that he had burned it.
"You are mistaken. That note you burned was only a copy! I have the original with me."
"You treacherous rascal!" exclaimed the squire, in great excitement.
"When I have dealings with a knave I am not very scrupulous," said Dinsmore coolly.