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"I haven't got it," answered the actor. "Very well then, we shall sue and you will have to pay heavy costs and fees, in addition to the principal." Mr. DeVere was very much worried, and spoke of the matter to Russ. The young operator laughed. "Dan Merley will never collect that money," he said. "What makes you think so?" "I don't think I know.
An hour later, dressed in this regalia and a new black suit, buttoned primly and exactly in a fashion unknown to Mehronay, he appeared at the opera house with Miss Columbia Merley, spinster, teacher of Greek and Hellenic philosophy at the College. The office force asked in a gasp of wonder: "Who dressed him?"
"Unfortunately I was not prosperous enough in those days to have a bank account," answered Mr. DeVere. "A check would be a receipt; but I haven't that. In fact, I haven't a particle of evidence to show that I paid the money. And Dan Merley has my note. He could sue me on it, and any court would give him a judgment against me, so he could collect."
It was not important enough to warrant much space, and about all that was said was that Merley claimed to have received an injury that made him helpless, though its nature was a puzzle to the physician sent around by the street car company. "Well, if he's helpless, and the Lord knows I wish that to no man," said Mr. DeVere, reverently, "he will not come here bothering you girls again.
"Well, consider it said, my dear," went on Ruth, in all seriousness, for she felt that she must, in a measure, play the part of a mother to her younger sister. "I don't want to consider anything!" laughed Alice, "except the glorious fun we are going to have. Oh, Ruth, even the prospect of that dreadful Dan Merley making daddy pay the debt over again can't dampen my spirits now. I'm so happy!"
"They didn't. They sent it to the apartment, and the postman forwarded it to me." "They can't sue you up here in this wilderness though; can they?" asked Alice. "I don't know anything about the law part of it," replied Mr. DeVere. "I presume, though, that they can sue me anywhere, even though I have paid the money, as long as Merley holds that note.
As he spoke the room was suddenly darkened, and then, on the big white screen, there sprang into prominence life-size moving pictures of Dan Merley, showing him walking about the backwoods cabin, and shoveling snow. The likeness was perfect. "I er I what does this mean?" stammered the lawyer, springing to his feet.
"Oh, Russ, make him make him go!" begged Alice, half sobbing. "He wants to see my father it's some sort of unjust money claim and he wants to enforce it. Father has gone out " "And that's just where this person is going!" announced Russ, advancing toward the man. "What's that?" demanded Merley in an ugly tone. "I said you were going out. It's your cue to move!"
If you sent word to the lawyers, and they sent a witness up here to get his evidence by eyesight, Merley might hear of it in some way and fool them. He might pretend to be lame again, if he knew he was being watched. "Then, too, he could bring his own witnesses to prove that he was lame and unable to walk. It would be a case of which witnesses the court and jury would believe.
"Perhaps there may come a way out." "Why don't you ask the advice of Mr. Pertell?" suggested Ruth. "I believe I will," agreed her father. "He is a good business man. I wish I was. If I had been I would have insisted on getting either a receipt from Merley, or my note back. But I trusted him. I thought he was a friend of mine." "Well, let's have supper," suggested Alice.
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