Peter B.
Neale, of Birmingham, was named one of the administrators.

The two men watched me read, and when I laid the papers down Vail was ready with others.
"Here is a small packet of letters from Judge Henley to his son," he said, in a business-like way, "which you had better read, and so familiarize yourself with local names, and conditions.

I have also drawn up, and had typed, a brief sketch of young Henley's life, which will aid you in playing the part.

You will need a new outfit of clothes, I presume ?" "This is my best suit." "I thought it probable.

Now, if you will sign this paper, I will hand you a liberal advance." I read it over slowly, but it appeared innocent enough.