Seeing them approach he rose to greet them.
“I’ve come to ask you about the furniture in our house,” said Connart. “There were quite a lot of things left by the last man, and I have a list of them, but everything has gone, been taken away—do you know anything of the matter?”
“I don’t know anything of what you call furniture,” said the other. “Wiart sold me his sticks when he left for fifty dollars, and a bad bargain it was.”
“He sold you them?”
“Yes.”
“But they belonged to Mr. Dobree.”
“Oh, did they; well, Dobree will have to dispute that with Wiart. Wiart said they were his.”
“Have you his receipt?”
“Lord, no, there was no receipt in the matter. I handed him over the dollars and he handed me over the rubbish. It was a favour to him.”
“Was there a cedar-wood chest?” asked Mrs. Connart.