"That"s just what I want."
"You"re owing me a bill."
"How much is it?"
"Some over thirty dollars."
"I can"t pay it all, but I"ll tell you what I"ll do. I"ll pay you fifteen dollars on account, and you can make me a new pair of pants.
Will that answer?"
"All right. Of course I"d rather you"d pay the whole bill. Still I want to be accommodating."
"Let me look at your cloths."
The tailor displayed a variety of cloths, one of which suited Luke"s fancy.
"Here"s fifteen dollars," he said. "Just credit me with that on the bill, will you?"
"All right," said Merrill.
He proceeded to count the money, which consisted of consisted of ones and twos, and instantly came to the conclusion that it was from Harry"s missing pocketbook, particularly as he came upon the identical note with the blot in the center.
Unaware of the manner in which he had betrayed himself, Luke felt quite complacent over his reestablished credit, and that without any expense to himself.
"Have you got any new cloth for coats?" he asked.
"I shall have some new cloths in next week."
"All right. When will you have the pants done?"
"You may call round in two or three days."
"Just make "em in style, Merrill, and I"ll send all my friends here."
"Very well. I hope you"ll soon be able to pay me the balance of my bill."
"Oh, yes, to be sure. You won"t have to wait long."
He swaggered out of the shop, lighting a cigar.
"My young friend," soliloquized the tailor, watching his exit, "you have walked into my trap neatly. Colman,"--turning to a young man present at the time--"did you see Luke Harrison pay me this money?"
"Yes; to be sure."
"Do you see this blot on one of the bills--a two?"
"Yes; What of it?"
"Nothing. I only called your attention to it."
"I don"t see what there is strange about that. Anybody might get ink on a bill, mightn"t he?"
"Of course."
Colman was puzzled. He could not understand why he should have been called upon to notice such a trifle; but the tailor had his reasons. He wanted to be able to prove by Colman"s testimony that the blotted bill was actually put into his hands by Luke Harrison.
CHAPTER XXI. IN THE TAILOR"S POWER
"Is that the bill you spoke of, Walton?" asked the tailor, on Harry"s next visit to the shop.
"Yes," said Harry, eagerly. "Where did you get it?"
"You can guess."
"From Luke Harrison?"
"Yes; he paid me, last evening, fifteen dollars on account. This note was among those he paid me."
"It is mine. I can swear to it."
"The rest of the money was yours, no doubt."
"What shall I do, Mr. Merrill?"
"The money is yours, and I will restore it to you after seeing Luke. I will send for him to be here at seven o"clock this evening."
As Luke was at work in his shop that day, the tailor"s boy came in with a note.
Luke opened it and read as follows:
"Will you call at my shop at seven this evening about the pants you ordered?
"Henry Merrill."
"Tell your father I"ll come," said Luke.
At seven o"clock he entered the tailor"s shop once more.
"Well, Merrill, what do you want to see me about?" he asked. "Have you cut the pants?"
"No."