Could you swear to him ?" "Yes.

I don't think it would trouble me to swear to him." "If I were to show you some of his handwriting, do you suppose that would help you any ?" "It--might." "I don't want any 'mights.' Do you know it would ?" "Yes." "Do you want to sell yourself--body, soul, brains, legal knowledge, everything--for money ?" "I've sold myself already at a smaller price, and I don't mind withdrawing from the contract for a better." Mr.Belcher summoned a servant, and ordered something to eat for his visitor.

While the man eagerly devoured his food, and washed it down with a cup of tea, Mr.Belcher went to his room, and wrote an order on his tailor for a suit of clothes, and a complete respectable outfit for the legal "dead beat" who was feasting himself below.

When he descended, he handed him the paper, and gave him money for a bath and a night's lodging.
"To-morrow morning I want you to come here clean, and dressed in the clothes that this paper will give you.

If you drink one drop before that time I will strip the clothes from your back.