Come! I write a very fair clerkly hand." "You don't know the imposition," said Rand, with an answering smile.

"It is nothing less than a Treatise on Murder." "I shall be glad," replied Cary, "to hear what you have to say on the subject.

Come! here are blank sheets and a new quill and an attentive secretary!" Rand smiled.

"It's the strangest post for you!--but all life's a dream just now.

I confess that writing is uphill work! Well--since you are so good." He began to dictate.