There, it's supposed, the New Yorker found something or other--" "An old tomb, most likely," interrupted John, sceptically.

"There are some like that over at Spanish Wells." "Maybe," said Charlie, "but that's the story for what it's worth." As Charlie finished, John slapped his knee.
"The very thing for you!" he said, "why have I never thought of it before ?" "What do you mean, John ?" we both asked.
"Why, down at the office, I've got the very thing.

A pity I haven't got it here.

You must come in and see it to-morrow." And he took a tantalising sip of his port.
"What on earth is it?
Why do you keep us guessing ?" "Why, it's an old manuscript." "An old manuscript!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, an old document that came into my hands a short time ago.

Charlie, you remember old Wicks--old Billy Wicks--'Wrecker' Wicks, they called him--" "I should say I do.