“I think he expects them to pay something.”
“I’d soak them for all I was worth,” went on the dapper young man, sitting down across the counter. “They can stand it, and he can put in any kind of an old bill he wants to.”
To this Frank did not answer, but continued to put up the order upon which he had been working.
“I suppose you don’t know who I am,” went on the young man, after he had lit a cigarette.
“I do not.”
“I’m the representative of the Blargo-Leeds Flour Company. There’s a bill due us and I want to find out why it hasn’t been paid. Your father promised to pay it some time ago.”
“How much is it?” asked Frank uneasily, although he knew something of the bill already.
“Two hundred and sixty-eight dollars. It’s been due now for three weeks.”
“Well, I’ll try to find out for you.”
“Can’t you pay it now?”