Strickland. How much?
The Girl. Only a thousand dollars.
Strickland. Why didn't you turn it over to the clerks?
The Girl. The savings of a lifetime, she writes.
Strickland. What of it?
The Girl. She wrote that she had confidence in you. She says that she wants you to invest it for her yourself.
Strickland. You shouldn't have bothered me with that. [He pauses.] Did she inclose the money?
The Girl. Yes. A certified check.
[She hands it over to him.]
Strickland [taking the check, and putting it in his pocketbook]. Write her—oh, you know what to write: that I will give the matter my personal attention.