According to our usual experience, these installments are mostly squeezed out of the housekeeping money.

In your case, I suspect, no installments have been paid; proceedings have been threatened; Mrs.Yatman, knowing your altered circumstances, has felt herself driven into a corner, and she has paid her private account out of your cash-box." "I won't believe it," says he.

"Every word you speak is an abominable insult to me and to my wife." "Are you man enough, sir," says I, taking him up short, in order to save time and words, "to get that receipted bill you spoke of just now off the file, and come with me at once to the milliner's shop where Mrs.
Yatman deals ?" He turned red in the face at that, got the bill directly, and put on his hat.

I took out of my pocket-book the list containing the numbers of the lost notes, and we left the house together immediately.
Arrived at the milliner's (one of the expensive West-End houses, as I expected), I asked for a private interview, on important business, with the mistress of the concern.

It was not the first time that she and I had met over the same delicate investigation.