Then he gave a weary sigh, and said, with doleful resignation, "Take the chalk, and write.

There it is." Henry took the chalk, and prepared to write Bayne's mind underneath Mary's.

Bayne dictated: "I have offered the Handlers the same as the Forgers." "But that is not true," objected Henry, turning round, with the chalk in his hand.
"It will be true, in half an hour.

We are going to Parkin, the Handlers' Secretary." "What, another L15! This is an infernal swindle." "What isn't ?" said Bayne, cynically.
Henry then wrote as desired; and they went together to Mr.Parkin.
Mr.Parkin was not at home.

But they hunted him from pillar to post, and caught him, at last, in the bar-parlor of "The Packsaddle." He knew Bayne well, and received him kindly, and, on his asking for a private interview, gave a wink to two persons who were with him: they got up directly, and went out.
"What, is there any thing amiss between you and the trade ?" inquired Mr.
Parkin, with an air of friendly interest.
Bayne smiled, not graciously, but sourly.