“Do you want that matter of the box aired?” she asked.
“Do you want that will investigated—the paper which is missing?” he retorted.
Mrs. Ritchie laughed.
“I’ll give you fifty dollars now, and fifty when you get that last paper,” said she.
“You’ll give me a hundred now. The price of the paper was a thousand dollars.”
“Have you got track of it yet?” she asked quickly.
“No. I’m not going to undertake that trial for nothing, Mrs. Ritchie. There’ll be a lot of work and expense about it and, if you want Toby Clark imprisoned for stealing your box, you’ve got to pay handsomely for it.”
“How much?”
“I want a hundred dollars in advance and two hundred more if I win.”
“You’re a thief!” she snarled.