"You found it, then?" asked the cashier, reaching out his hand eagerly.
"Yes, lodged in the bushes, just as Dick said. And I think it will fully
substantiate all he claimed, sir," replied the teller.
"Like enough he wrote it himself, and all this is a dodge gotten up by a
clever young scamp," grumbled the merchant.
"For shame, Mr. Graylock; at least give the boy the benefit of the
doubt," said the teller, indignantly.
"If he didn't take the securities, then who did?" snapped the other,
angrily.
"Time will prove that, sir," remarked Mr. Winslow, slowly, and it
interested him to see the old man look confused, as though he saw in the
answer a sterling reproof.
Meanwhile the cashier had read the letter from beginning to end.
He now looked up, and there was an expression of relief on his face as
he said:
"This letter seems to be genuine beyond the shadow of a doubt, Richard,
and it proves your assertion that you have a friend in the employ of
this broker; but to make assurance doubly certain I think I had better
call them up on the 'phone and ask if they have ever had any dealings
with any one by the name of Richard Morrison. You have the numbers of
those securities with you, of course, Mr. Graylock, for I may as well
ask them at the same time whether they have had any of them in their
hands for disposal. Please give them to me, sir.
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