usually good job of counterfeiting; very hard indeed to detect. In fact, they say in this case the printing and coloring is actually perfect, to all practical purposes. It is only the paper which is enough off so that an expert, like our cashier, suspected it."
Miss Wellington opened her hand bag. "How interesting! But would you ask your clever cashier to look over these bills for me to make sure they're all right? Why, what a frightful place Chicago is; I got in just this morning from Denver and bought a few things at Field's and along Michigan Avenue, breaking a hundred-dollar bill somewhere, I can't remember exactly where, and getting change"
I heard, of course, but didn't actually pay any attention to the rest she was saying. Miss Wellington of Denver! Now I didn't know any Miss Wellington of Denver or any other place; but I did know that girl; her voice, anyway. She certainly had talked to me; and also, I was sure, I knew her hands and her figure, if I didn't know her face. She had one glove off now, feeling the texture of the counterfeit bill in comparison with the others in her hand bag, which
