“Yes, sir.” Hugh removed his gaze from the mustache with difficulty. The man moved forward and Hugh drew aside. By that time his wits were at work and he closed the door behind the visitor. “Sit down, won’t you?” “Thanks,” rumbled the man. “My name’s Fallow; Fallow and Turner, over to Needham. Guess you know me, eh? Or ain’t you Winslow?” “Mr. Fallow? Oh, yes, to be sure. I――I’ve heard of you, Mr. Fallow.” “Guess you have,” said Mr. Fallow dryly. “A good many times. Well, what’s the verdict?” “Why――er――I say, take a seat, won’t you? Try the big chair there. Now, sir, what can I do for you?” For answer Mr. Fallow, grunting, plunged a hand inside his coat and drew forth a folded paper which he waved slowly in front of him. “For me?” asked Hugh interestedly. “What――is it?” “Say, you’re a cool one,” remarked the visitor in unwilling admiration. “Bless me if you ain’t. Well, this is a bill for thirty-four dollars and sixty cents, son. I ought to add interest to it, too, I guess, but I ain’t aiming to be hard on you. You all ready to pay it?” Hugh shook his head regretfully. “I’m sorry to say I’m not, sir.” “Oh, you ain’t?” “No. You see, Mr. Fallow, I’ve been expecting some money ever since Saturday and it hasn’t come. I’m awfully sorry. It’s sure to be here tomorrow and――――” “Now look here, you!” Mr. Fallow scowled darkly. “That’s the same song-and-dance you’ve been giving me ever since last spring, and I’m sick of it. I ain’t in business for my health!” “Certainly not, sir. Not that you don’t look jolly healthy, of course, but――――” “Say, don’t get fresh,” growled the other. “Never you mind how I look. All you got to do is to hand over my money. If you can’t do that――――” “But I can, sir, only I can’t do it today. Tomorrow――――” “Yah! You promised it yesterday, didn’t you? Well, I expect folks to keep their word, see? Tomorrow won’t do, son. You’ve had time enough.” He looked about the room sarcastically. “Living in quarters like these, eh, and can’t pay your just debts! Well, we’ll see what Mr. Thingamabob, your principal, has got to say about it.” Mr. Fallow stood up and with difficulty thrust the bill back into his pocket. “But, I say,” exclaimed Hugh in alarm, “you’re not really going to do that?” “You watch me!” “Well, but――I say, now, look here a sec! I give you my word that bill will be paid this week, and――――” “You said tomorrow.” “I’m almost certain it will be tomorrow, but my――my mother is away from home and I fancy she hasn’t got my telegram, don’t you know.”