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The woman up in Michigan never heard of her great-uncle's property down here till this little Schrimpe told her. But we can't connect him with Strout. Strout's skirts are clear. And this Schrimpe had a perfect legal right to drum up trade. He's that kind of lawyer," said Mr. Payne, with disgust. "Five hundred dollars and she will still owe Abel Strout a thousand on the mortgage," sighed Mr. Day.
That would settle any quitclaim of this character. Half a dozen other heirs were bought off at the time; but she was overlooked. The rest of the five hundred Mrs. Carringford can raise it will be split between Schrimpe and his principal." "There are some mighty mean people in this world," said Broxton Day, grimly. "You've said it," agreed the lawyer. "Now, maybe I'd better see Mrs. Carringford.
Three Forty-two Main Street." "Ah! Are you acquainted with Mr. Abel Strout?" "I have nothing to do with Mr. Strout," said the man, rather sharply. "I have already told the lady that. My client is Mrs. Blayne " "I understand," said Mr. Day suavely. "I merely asked you a question, Mr. Schrimpe. Do you know Mr. Strout?" "Well I know him by sight." "Naturally.
Schrimpe seemed very confused, as well as angry; but he did not dare to assert himself. Mr. Day held out his hand for the paper the lawyer had given to Mrs. Carringford. "Just leave it to me, Mrs. Carringford," he said confidently. "I know just what to do. Possibly had I not broken my leg I would have been able to warn you of this."
"If he makes her sue to recover the thousand dollars she paid the legal fees will eat up that sum and he can afford to hire lawyers and dribble along through the courts better than she can." "Oh, Daddy!" "Yes, I am afraid, if Strout or, rather, Schrimpe has a good case it will be better to settle it out of court." "But, dear Daddy! Mrs.
To Janice, afterward, he would say nothing more encouraging than he had said to the widow. "When one mixes up with a sharper like Abel Strout, one is likely to be burned before he is through. Strout is always and forever trying little, nasty, legal tricks. And Schrimpe is an instrument fitted to Strout's hand.
"Oh, if it's not out of my way as I go back to the railroad station," growled the curly haired man. "Not at all. It is over the bank the Farmers and Merchants Bank. Mr. Randolph E. Payne is the gentleman." "Great Scott!" gasped Mr. Schrimpe, actually appearing to shrivel, "Mr. Payne?" "Yes. He is known to you?" "Everybody knows Mr. Payne." "He is well known.
As good a lawyer, I believe, as we have in this part of the State. You do not mind meeting him?" "Er will he see me, Mr. Day?" "I will telephone to him at once. I assure you he will give you a hearing and thank you. Good day, Mr. Schrimpe." Although daddy could not leave his chair, Janice saw that he had a way of getting rid of visitors promptly when he wanted them to go. Mr.
As I chance to remember his office is in the same building on Main Street as your own. I remember the number," said Mr. Day smiling. "Three Hundred and Forty-two Main Street." Mr. Schrimpe fidgeted and turned very red in the face. Mr. Day went on quietly: "Is this client of yours in Napsburg?" "She lives in Croydon, Michigan." "In Michigan! How came she to pick out you Mr.
But he was manifestly very ill at ease from the moment he heard Mr. Day's name mentioned. "Will you oblige me with your name, sir?" said daddy in his ever-courteous way. The curly-haired man fumbled for a card and finally handed one to Mr. Day. "'Mr. Jonas Schrimpe," repeated daddy. "Are you practising at the bar here in Greensboro?" "My office is in Napsburg, Mr. Day.
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