“You’ll have to take a check if you do business with me.”
Druce considered. He wanted the $1,000. He did not want to quarrel with Miss Masters. He capitulated.
“Write the check,” he said.
Miss Masters took a check-book from a drawer and drew a check, payable to Druce. She handed it to him. He looked at the paper doubtfully.
“I’ll have to indorse that,” he said.
Miss Masters laughed.
“Certainly,” she said, “you’ll have to indorse it unless you want to keep it as a souvenir.” She smiled at him. “Druce,” she said, “you’ll never get along in this business if you’re a coward.”
“It’s direct evidence against me.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“All right, girlie. I’ll trust you.” He folded the check and put it in his pocket.