"Wal, I reckon them bisness fellars have so many papers, round that
its 'tarnal queer they don't loose money, but ten to one this 'ere
thing don't amount to a goose egg."
Mr. Spriggins had now gained the office, and with smiling
countenance inquired for Mr. Verne.
A genial "come in" from the inner office inspired our friend with
additional confidence.
Mr. Verne bowed in a respectful manner, and taking off his
gold-rimmed spectacles motioned the young man to a seat.
"Good morning, sir," said the latter, feeling somewhat embarrassed
as how to begin.
"It is fine weather, indeed," returned Mr. Verne, pleasantly.
"Its no use delayin'," thought Moses, "I'll make a bold dash," and
jumping up from his seat, exclaimed, "You're Mister Verne that lives
in the big house on that high bank up there by the square?"
"Yes, sir," said the latter, respectfully.
"Well, sir, did you ever see this 'ere piece of writin' afore, I
picked it up near your house, and supposin' it were your'n I brought
it here."
Mr. Spriggins placed the document in Mr. Verne's hand, and the
latter glanced at it carelessly at first, and was about to return it
to his visitor, when his eye fell upon the following:
"We can make him appear so guilty that all the laws under heaven
could not clear him.
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