The Dugdale Millions — page 107: what you’re looking at

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A PLAN OF CAMPAIGN. OF ‘“But who?’’ asked Moore; ‘‘you are not plain.”’ “fam not so glib with my tongue as you lawyers are,’’ replied Ransom sarcastically. ‘‘You must wait until I tell you. You know Orton Pierson?’ “What, the lawyer disbarred a dozen years ago for being concerned in some forgeries of documents?’’ **Ves. 99 *‘Well, what of him?’’ “He will do for the man who adopted the Heist baby.’’ ‘The deuce,’’ commented Moore doubtfully. ‘‘He doesn’t stand well in this city.’’ *‘Suppose he don’t. What’s that to do with it? His wife's dead. He did have an adopted son, who ran away years ago and died in prison in Spain as Pierson and I and nobody else knows, three years ago, and besides the old man’s handy with the pen.’’ “But will he go into the scheme?’’ asked Moore. *‘He will do what I tell him.’’ **Have you talked to him about it?’’ asked Bob. *‘Not yet. He'll doit. He’s got little to say that isn’t true. His wife got a baby from someone named Powers. That’s one lie. Then he’ll tell the story of the youngster he did have, of his running away and turning up three years ago. That’s no lie. Bob turned up here three years ago and he can tell about his knocking about the world—in India and the rest of it, except those two years in France,’’ he added, with a malicious grin. Bob bit his cigar in a nervous, vicious manner, but maintained silence. ‘*The thing is easy,’’ continued Ransom. ‘‘There ain’t a big story to tell. There ain’t much to learn. Bob here and Pierson can get together and make their stories fit in, and you, Moore, can get up two or three letters from Powers to Mrs. Pierson, which old Pier- son can copy and fix up as if they were old ones, don’t you see?’’ Comicloo® S C@© 3