The latter came over and laid his hand on Phil’s arm.
“If you can’t stop being foolish, you might at least be mannerly,” he commented.
“Yes?”
“Here,––take this!”
“What is it?” asked Phil.
“Look and see!”
Phil took the paper and opened it out. It was a cheque for fifteen hundred dollars.
“What’s this for?”
Brenchfield threw out his arm casually. “Just to let bygones be bygones!”
“No other tags on it, eh?” asked Phil dubiously.