"I hope neither of the twins is ill."
"No. Colonel McIntyre sent for Dr. Stone to attend Grimes -"
"The butler! Too bad he is ill; Grimes is an institution in the
McIntyre household." Clymer spoke with sincere regret, and Mrs.
Brewster eyed him approvingly; she liked good-looking men of his
stamp. "Come in, McDonald," as the bank teller appeared. "You
know Mrs. Brewster?"
"Mr. McDonald was one of my first acquaintances in Washington," and
Mrs. Brewster smiled as she held out her hand.
"About this check, McDonald," Clymer handed it to the teller as he
spoke. "Who presented it?"
"Miss McIntyre."
"Which Miss McIntyre?" Mrs. Brewster put the question with swift
intentness.
"I can't tell one twin from the other," confessed McDonald. "But,
as you see, the check is made payable to Barbara McIntyre."
"The inference being that Barbara McIntyre presented the check for
payment," commented Clymer, and McDonald bowed. "It would seem,
therefore, that Barbara wrote your signature on the check, Mrs.
Brewster."
"No.
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