I was thoroughly angry at Andrew, and tried to get him on the
wire first. But Sabine Farm didn't answer. Then I telephoned
to the bank in Redfield, and got Mr. Shirley. He's the
cashier, and I know him well. I guess he recognized my voice,
for he made no objection when I told him what I wanted.
"Now you telephone to the bank in Woodbridge," I said, "and
tell them to let Mr. Mifflin have the money. I'll go there
with him to identify him. Will that be all right?"
"Perfectly," he said. The deceitful little snail! If I had
only known what he was concocting!
Mifflin said there was a train at three o'clock which he could
take. We stopped at a little lunch room for a bite to eat,
then he went again to the bank, and I with him. We asked the
cashier whether they had had a message from Redfield.
"Yes," he said. "We've just heard." And he looked at me
rather queerly.
"Are you Miss McGill?" he said.
"I am," I said.
"Will you just step this way a moment?" he asked politely.
He led me into a little sitting-room and asked me to sit down.
I supposed that he was going to get some paper for me to sign,
so I waited quite patiently for several minutes. I had left
the Professor at the cashier's window, where they would give
him his money.
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