Freeling was at the counter.

They talked together for some time, and then Mrs.Dinneford went out.
On the next day Granger saw Mrs.Dinneford in the store again.

After she had gone away, Freeling came back, and laying a note-of-hand on his partner's desk, said, in a pleased, confidential way.
"Look at that, my friend." Granger read the face of the note with a start of surprise.

It was drawn to his order, for three thousand dollars, and bore the signature of Howard Dinneford.
"A thing that is worth having is worth asking for," said Freeling.
"We obliged your mother-in-law, and now she has returned the favor.

It didn't come very easily, she said, and your father-in-law isn't feeling rather comfortable about it; so she doesn't care about your speaking of it at home." Granger was confounded.
"I can't understand it," he said.
"You can understand that we have the note, and that it has come in the nick of time," returned Freeling.
"Yes, I can see all that." "Well, don't look a gift-horse in the mouth, but spring into the saddle and take a ride.