Chapter 60

“Mr. Tutt’s grocer,” answered Scraggs. “I was just going to mail it to him, when he came in himself and asked for cash. Rather than have all the bother of cancelling the check and charging it off, I had him indorse it. If you’d prefer the money I’ll go down-stairs and get it for you at the bank. No, I can’t either, at this hour—five-thirty.” “I don’t want cash,” answered Gill. “I guess I can take a chance on Ephraim Tutt’s signature for a hundred and twenty dollars. Where’ll you have the stuff?” There was no place …