We'll--"
"No, I've thought of that, Aunt Jennie, and I don't believe it's the
way. A letter couldn't get to the bottom of the matter. You see, we want
to find out something about this man, and why he isn't paying, and
whether there is reason to think he can and will pay. Besides, I think
he needs a talking to on general principles."
"Well--but how are you going to do it, my dear?"
"Play a Fabian game. Wait!--be stealthy and wait! If he doesn't come out
of hiding to-night, I'll return for him to-morrow. I'll keep on coming,
night after night, night after night, n--Some one's knocking--".
"Come in," said Mrs. Paynter, looking up.
The door leading into the hail opened, and the man himself stood upon
the threshold, looking at them absently.
"May I have some supper, Mrs. Paynter? I was closely engaged and failed
to notice the time."
Sharlee arose. "Certainly. I'll get you some at once," she answered
innocently enough. But to herself she was saying: "The Lord has
delivered him into my hand."
III
_Encounter between Charlotte Lee Weyland, a Landlady's Agent, and
Doctor Queed, a Young Man who wouldn't pay his Board.
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