Part 4 (1/2)

”No, it isn't.”

”You lie, you young rascal!” exclaimed the clerk, who began to find himself in a tight place, and could not see the way out.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of all in the store, and the proprietor walked up from the lower end, where he had been busy.

”What's all this, Mr. Hatch?” he demanded.

”That boy,” said the clerk, ”came in and asked change for a bad bill. I kept the bill, and told him to clear out. Now he wants it again to pa.s.s on somebody else.”

”Show the bill.”

The merchant looked at it. ”Yes, that's a bad bill,” he said. ”There is no doubt about that.”

”But it is not the one the boy offered,” said d.i.c.k's patron.

”It is one of the same denomination, but on a different bank.”

”Do you remember what bank it was on?”

”It was on the Merchants' Bank of Boston.”

”Are you sure of it?”

”I am.”

”Perhaps the boy kept it and offered the other.”

”You may search me if you want to,” said d.i.c.k, indignantly.

”He doesn't look as if he was likely to have any extra bills. I suspect that your clerk pocketed the good bill, and has subst.i.tuted the counterfeit note. It is a nice little scheme of his for making money.”

”I haven't seen any bill on the Merchants' Bank,” said the clerk, doggedly.

”You had better feel in your pockets.”

”This matter must be investigated,” said the merchant, firmly. ”If you have the bill, produce it.”

”I haven't got it,” said the clerk; but he looked guilty notwithstanding.

”I demand that he be searched,” said d.i.c.k's patron.

”I tell you I haven't got it.”

”Shall I send for a police officer, Mr. Hatch, or will you allow yourself to be searched quietly?” said the merchant.

Alarmed at the threat implied in these words, the clerk put his hand into his vest-pocket, and drew out a two-dollar bill on the Merchants' Bank.

”Is this your note?” asked the shopkeeper, showing it to the young man.

”It is.”