Here is my
proposal. I'm going to try if I can't do Mr. Davager out of his
letter. If I don't succeed before to-morrow afternoon, you hand
him the money, and I charge you nothing for professional
services. If I do succeed, I hand you the letter instead of Mr.
Davager, and you give me the money instead of giving it to him.
It's a precious risk for me, but I'm ready to run it. You must
pay your five hundred any way. What do you say to my plan? Is it
Yes, Mr. Frank, or No?"
"Hang your questions!" cries Mr. Frank, jumping up; "you know
it's Yes ten thousand times over. Only you earn the money and--"
"And you will be too glad to give it to me. Very good. Now go
home. Comfort the young lady--don't let Mr. Davager so much as
set eyes on you--keep quiet--leave everything to me--and feel as
certain as you please that all the letters in the world can't
stop your being married on Wednesday." With these words I hustled
him off out of the office, for I wanted to be left alone to make
my mind up about what I should do.
The first thing, of course, was to have a look at the enemy. I
wrote to Mr. Davager, telling him that I was privately appointed
to arrange the little business matter between himself and
"another party" (no names!) on friendly terms; and begging him to
call on me at his earliest convenience. At the very beginning of
the case, Mr. Davager bothered me.
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