pockets.

"That's the idea," admitted Mr. Clodd.

Mr. Gladman laughed, but without much lightening the atmosphere.
"Upon my word, Clodd, you amuse me--you quite amuse me," repeated
Mr. Gladman.

"You always had a sense of humour," commented Mr. Clodd.

"You villain! You double-dyed villain!" screamed Mr. Gladman,
suddenly changing his tone. "You think the law is going to allow
you to swindle honest men! You think we are going to sit still for
you to rob us! That will--" Mr. Gladman pointed a lank forefinger
dramatically towards the table.

"You mean to dispute it?" inquired Mr. Clodd.

For a moment Mr. Gladman stood aghast at the other's coolness, but
soon found his voice again.

"Dispute it!" he shrieked. "Do you dispute that you influenced
him?--dictated it to him word for word, made the poor old helpless
idiot sign it, he utterly incapable of even understanding--"

"Don't chatter so much," interrupted Mr. Clodd. "It's not a pretty
voice, yours. What I asked you was, do you intend to dispute it?"

"If you will kindly excuse us," struck in Mrs. Gladman, addressing
Mr. Clodd with an air of much politeness, "we shall just have time,