“What else did he tell you?”
“He told me if I'd pay him the two thousand dollars and would go out there he'd see I got enough embroidery work so that I could easily make the twenty-dollar-a-month payments till I owned it all.”
“He didn't tell you that if you failed in a payment you'd lose it all?”
“Not till after.”
“It's here in the agreement to sell. That's all this paper is”;—he flecked the document with a contemptuous finger—“an agreement to sell; not a deed. You've bought nothing but empty print. Did you never read this?”
She shook her head. “I trusted Mr. Wiggett. He seemed so kind and helpful at first.”
“Until the fly was in his web. You signed that paper without knowing what you were undertaking,” he accused. “Did you know that you were promising to pay taxes, interest, and insurance on the buildings?”
“No,” said Molly Dunstan meekly.
“And to keep the buildings in good repair and painted? What buildings were they?”
“A house and a barn. They leaked.”