A mean-looking man entered the room.
“I have come for my money,” he said.
“How much money is due you?” asked Ike.
“Four dollars and seventy-five cents—one month’s rent.”
“Here is your money, give me the change and a receipt as quick as you can.”
It did not take the man long to hand over the change and the receipt—the latter he had ready—and then in a cold-blooded manner, he announced:
“You must move out, I have let the rooms, the new tenants will come in this afternoon.”
The poor woman struggled hard to say something; she was about to make an appeal but Ike anticipated her and declared:
“That’s all right, we will be out of here in an hour.”
The man went away and did not hear the woman’s call for him to return. At length she said to Ike: