"A check payable to Mrs.Michael Breen for five thousand dollars." "I--I haven't got that much in the bank," Mittel fenced, stammering.
"No?
Then I should advise you to see that you have by ten o'clock to-morrow morning!" returned Jimmie Dale curtly.

"Make out that check!" Mittel hesitated.

The revolver edged insistently a little farther across the desk--and Mittel, picking up a pen, wrote feverishly.

He tore the check from its stub, and, with a snarl, pushed it toward Jimmie Dale.
"Fold it!" instructed Jimmie Dale, in the same curt tones.

"And fold that diagram with it.