I bowed, and wondered what was coming.
“I found among her papers a note for a thousand dollars, signed by you,” he added, taking the document from his pocket.
My heart came up into my throat. What was he driving at?
“If you can afford to give parties and fill your guests with champagne, you can afford to pay this note,” he continued, sternly.
My plan was set at naught.
CHAPTER XV.
MY UNCLE IS SAVAGE.
