Do you know whether he left any property ?" "No, I believe not." "That's what I want to talk about.

You'd better see me to-night." There was significance in the tone of the tramp, and Squire Davenport looked at him searchingly.
"Why don't you go and see Mrs.Barclay about this matter ?" he asked.
"I may, but I think you'd better see me first." By this time they had reached the Squire's gate.
"Come in," he said briefly.
The squire led the way into a comfortable sitting room, and his rough visitor followed him.

By the light of an astral lamp Squire Davenport looked at him.
"Did I ever see you before ?" he asked.
"Probably not." "Then I don't see what business we can have together.

I am tired, and wish to go to bed." "I'll come to business at once, then.

When John Barclay died in Chicago, a wallet was found in his pocket, and in that wallet was a promissory note for a thousand dollars, signed by you.