“I never like to disappoint my tenants,” said the agent grimly. “Here is your receipt, I suppose you have the money ready.”
“I am afraid, sir, I will have to ask you to wait a few days,” said Mrs. Hazard, anxiously.
“Haven’t you the money, madam?” spoke the agent rather roughly.
“I did have it in my bureau drawer, but——”
“But what?” demanded Mr. Grab, sharply.
“It is gone,” said the little woman, with tears stealing down her cheeks.
“Gone!” ejaculated the agent, lifting his shaggy brows, “Where?”
“I don’t know.”
Mr. Grab rubbed his chin, on which had sprouted a three days’ growth of bristly reddish hair, and a threatening look came into his eyes.
“Madam, this is a very lame excuse,” he said, angrily.