“Yes, by my little boy. I know. Lay them there. I will keep them till to-morrow. And now go and get that money.”
“What money?—I can't git dat money—dat money is invested.”
“Then you bring the securities in which it is invested. I know where that money went. You go and rob some one else—but have that money at my office to-morrow before three o'clock or I 'll put you in jail to-morrow night. And if you ever put your foot on this place or speak to that old woman again, I 'll have you arrested. Do you understand!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now go.” He opened the door.
“Officer, do you recognize this man!”
“Yes, sir, I know him.”
“Well, I am going to let him go for the present”
The Rev. Amos was already slinking down the street. Mr. Graeme turned to the old woman.
“You want recognition?”