Warner, holding up the check said, "Why he has presented a large fake check bearing the name of Dr. Smith, for nearly twelve hundred dollars. Why, you know Dr. Smith's signature?"
I replied, "Yes, here is one of Dr. Smith's checks. I know this is genuine, for I saw the doctor sign it."
He compared the fake check with mine, and I said to Mr. Warner, "While I am not an expert on hand-writing, I do not believe that Dr. Smith wrote that signature."
Mr. Warner exclaimed, "I am positive he did not." Then turning to Mr. Dingfelter I asked, "Where did you get this check?"
"I got it from Dr. Smith," was his reply.
"Does Dr. Smith know you?" I asked.
In rather a gruff manner he answered, "Yes, he knows me."
"Will you go with me and see Dr. Smith?" I asked.
"Well, I do not know whether I will or not. I don't know who you are," he replied. Whereupon I laid my hand on his shoulder and said, "You will either accompany me to Dr. Smith's office, or I will send for a patrol wagon, take you to police headquarters and have you locked up."
"Are you an officer?" he asked.