“Because I know you got the deed to my cabin right here in the house!” Mrs. Lear accused. “You’ve got it hid away!”
“That’s a lie!”
“Ladies! Ladies!” remonstrated one of the men from the village.
Mrs. Lear paid not the slightest heed. Advancing toward Mrs. Burmaster, she waved a bony finger at her.
“So it’s a lie, is it?” she cackled. “Well, let me tell you this! Mary Gibson that worked out here as maid until last Wednesday saw that deed o’ mine in your bureau drawer. She told me herself!”
“How dare you say such a thing!” gasped Mrs. Burmaster.
Mr. Burmaster stepped between his wife and Mrs. Lear.
“Enough of this!” he said firmly, “We know nothing about the deed to your property, Mrs. Lear.”
“Then prove that it ain’t here!” the old lady challenged. “Look in your wife’s bureau drawer and see!”
“Certainly. Since you have made such an accusation we shall by all means disprove it.”