"It isn't a note. It's what will bring the money." "What is it, then?" "It's government bonds for six hundred dollars." "I don't know anything about bonds," said Morrison. "Besides, the amount is more than six hundred dollars." "These bonds are worth a hundred and twelve, amounting in all to six hundred and seventy-two dollars. That's forty more than I owe you. I won't make any account of that, however, as you will have to dispose of them." "I may get into trouble," said Morrison, suspiciously. "Where did they come from?" "That does not concern you," said Ford, haughtily. "Don't I give them to you?" "But where did you get them?" "That is my business. If you don't want them, say the word, and I'll take them back." "And when will you pay the money?" "I don't know," answered Ford, curtly. "Maybe he'll sell 'em for us himself," suggested Tom Calder. "Good, Tom! Why can't you sell 'em and give me the money? Then you can pay the exact sum and save the forty dollars." "I don't choose to do so," said Ford. "It seems to me you are treating me in a very strange manner. I offer you more than I owe you, and you make no end of objections to receiving it." "I am afraid I'll get into trouble if I offer the bonds for sale," said Morrison, doggedly. "I don't know anybody in the business except you." "Yes, you do," said Ford, a bright idea occurring to him. "Who?" "You know the boy in our office." "Grant Thornton?" said Tom.