“I can prove that, Jukes,” said the owner of the white whiskers. “You know me, Jukes?”
“I do, Mr. Graba,” responded Jukes.
“I am Mr. Gomer’s agent.”
“And a sworn broker,” added Nathan Gomer. “Not less than one hundred pounds is owing to me for rent.”
“For how long?” asked Jukes.
“Twelve months,” replied Nathan Gomer. “Mr. Wilton rented the whole house, and has not paid me the last year’s rent. There is not more than enough here to satisfy my claim. I think so—I say I believe there is not.”
“There isn’t,” gruffly muttered Jukes.
“Produce your warrant of execution upon these goods, Mr. Graba!” said Mr. Nathan Gomer. “I think you’ll find it formal and proper.”
“P’raps you’d like to look at it?” said Mr. Jukes to Charley.
“I should,” he answered; “give it to me.”