“Been speculating?” persisted Jake.
“Old woman fell into luck,” replied the other sullenly.
Meanwhile the girl at the desk was scrutinizing the check which was made out to “Cash” so that any one could endorse it.
“You had better wait until Mr. Johnson comes in,” said the young bookkeeper cautiously. “He does not like to cash strange checks.”
“That check’s all right,” insisted the man uneasily. “Wish I had more like it.”
“Let’s see it?” asked Jake, as if to verify the man’s statement that it was all right.
“Oh, I guess I’ll wait,” said the man, folding up the blue slip, and preparing to leave the place.
Jake was disappointed. He wanted to see who had made out that check.
“Here’s Mr. Johnson now,” called the bookkeeper before the slouching figure had reached the door.
Jake stepped back and pretended to be in no way interested.