Davager. "Suppose I should not be the
greenest fool that ever stood in shoes? Suppose I should not
carry the letter about me? Suppose I should have given a certain
envelope to a certain friend of mine in a certain place in this
town? Suppose the letter should be inside that envelope, directed
to old Gatliffe, side by side with a copy of the letter directed
to the editor of the local paper? Suppose my friend should be
instructed to open the envelope, and take the letters to their
right address, if I don't appear to claim them from him this
evening? In short, my dear sir, suppose you were born yesterday,
and suppose I wasn't?" says Mr. Davager, and winks at me again.
He didn't take me by surprise, for I never expected that he had
the letter about him. I made a pretense of being very much taken
aback, and of being quite ready to give in. We settled our
business about delivering the letter, and handing over the money,
in no time. I was to draw out a document, which he was to sign.
He knew the document was stuff and nonsense, just as well as I
did, and told me I was only proposing it to swell my client's
bill. Sharp as he was, he was wrong there. The document was not
to be drawn out to gain money from Mr. Frank, but to gain time
from Mr. Davager. It served me as an excuse to put off the
payment of the five hundred pounds till three o'clock on the
Tuesday afternoon.
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