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THE BANK PUTS ON THE SCREWS
"Who was it?"
"Teeters and Lingle."
"The deputy sheriff?"
He nodded.
She came a little further into the room with her flour-
covered hands.
"What did they want, Jap, that's so upset you?"
"I'm not upset!" He glared at her. His trembling hand could not touch the match to the cigarette paper.
"It's only right that you should tell me," she said
firmly.
His eyes wavered.
"It's about the cook stove; Teeters wants to foreclose
the mortgage."
She regarded him fixedly, turned, and started for the
kitchen.She knew that he was lying.
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