. . .You lawyers have no suspicion of the amount of goodness there is in the world—you’re always looking for rascals,” he said.

“But we have wandered. Let us take the nearest road to Rome. You say they must have money to-day.”

“Before three o’clock.”

“We’ll give them ten thousand dollars—not a cent more. You must tell them to use it gently, for it’s the last they’ll get from us. To whom shall I draw the check?”

“To me—Lysander Wilton,” he answered, with a look of relief.

I gave him the check. He put on his coat and began to purr again; he was glad to know me, and rightly thought that he could turn some business my way.

As he left my office I went to one of the front windows and took out. . . Read More