"I can't say exactly," he answered. "I didn't count it.
There might have been seventy-five dollars, though perhaps
the sum fell a little short of that."
"I can't give you the money, Mr. Coleman," said the clerk, briefly.
"I have no evidence that it is yours."
"Really, that's ludicrous," said Coleman, with a forced laugh.
"You don't mean to doubt me, I hope," and Madison Coleman
drew himself up haughtily.
"That has nothing to do with it. The rule of this office is
to return money only to the person who deposited it with us.
If we adopted any other rule, we should get into no end of trouble."
"But, my friend," said Coleman, frowning, "you are putting
me to great inconvenience. I must meet my friend in twenty
minutes and pay him a part of this money."
"I have nothing to do with that," said the clerk.
"You absolutely refuse, then?"
"I do," answered the clerk, firmly. "However, you can easily
overcome the difficulty by bringing the boy down here to authorize
me to hand you the money."
"It seems to me that you have plenty of red tape here,"
said Coleman, shrugging his shoulders. "However, I must
do as you require.
Pages:
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186