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The devil took that opportunity to tempt him whispering: "You found the pocketbook and you cannot find the owner; therefore it is your own, you know." "You know it isn't," murmured Ishmael's conscience. "Well, even so, it is no harm to borrow a dollar or two to get your poor sick aunt a little tea and sugar.
"Is that so? I guess you're quite a rich man?" Manson smiled grimly. "No, not a rich man, but " he paused, felt very deliberately in his coat and, taking out a fat pocketbook, slowly extracted a bill. It was for one hundred dollars. "I'll bet you this that there is no iron within seventy-five miles of St. Marys." He smoothed the bill on his broad knee. The half breed gulped.
"I dropped a pocketbook containing government bonds and some other securities, with between fifty and sixty thousand dollars," responded Peter Drummond, carelessly; "but no matter, if any man will return a few autograph letters from foreign potentates that happened to be in it, of no value to anybody but the owner, he can keep the money. Thar's nothin' mean about me," he concluded, languidly.
It was quite plain, even in that light, that a seething turmoil was going on just beneath it. He pointed at the place, but went on talking of the other things in his mind. "Say, you best take this pocketbook. We may get separated before the night's out. It's half the farm money. You see ther's no telling," he ended up vaguely.
Hannah began to complain piteously. Do not blame her, reader. You would fret, too, if you were sick in bed, and longing for a cup of tea, without having the means of procuring it. To divert her thoughts Ishmael went and showed the pocketbook, and told her the history of his finding it. Hannah seized it with the greedy grasp with which the starving catch at money.
Presently the young gentleman with the peculiar voice took out his pocketbook and said, "I have a bet to propose. I'll bet you fifty pounds I find the man you two hunted down the road on Monday night." "No takers," replied Mr. Hazeltine with his mouth full. "Stop a bit. I don't care if I make a time bet," said Miles. "How soon will you bet you catch him?" "In half an hour," was the cool reply.
The Gray Seal would be referred to in the letter, there would be the outline, the data for the "crime" she had planned for that night; and the letter, though unaddressed, being found in his pocketbook, where cards and notes and a dozen different things among its contents proclaimed him Jimmie Dale, needed no further evidence as to its ownership nor the identity of the Gray Seal.
We knew, too, the names of all surgical instruments, so that a surgical pocketbook, however complicated it might be, could not embarrass us.
Of course I was highly delighted with the success of my search, and as I brought forth the pocketbook all the others gave a cry of surprise. "You've got it, Roger!" ejaculated my uncle. "You've got it, just as sure as guns is guns!" "So I have," I replied, as coolly as I could, though I was at the top notch of excitement. "Better examine it," put in Mr. Harrison, cautiously. "It may be empty."
"Take the globule, your excellency, and place it, for greater security, in your pocketbook," said Escrocevitch; "you may even wrap it up in a bit of paper; and keep the sack of gold dust yourself, so that there can be no mistake." Shadursky gladly followed this last piece of advice.
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