Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 217: what you’re looking at

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308 GUY HAMMERSLEY. see the ladies when you were upstairs just now?” he added suddenly. ‘No, and I don’t believe there are any ladies here,” returned Max suddenly. ‘‘ But the first thing I’ve got to attend to is de major. Vere is de key to dat closet ?” ‘“T’ve got it in my pocket.” ‘‘ Hand it over then.” ‘‘If you will undo my hands so that I can get at it, I shall be most happy to do so.” ‘¢Tell me vhich pocket it’s in and I'll get it,” said the wary Max. ‘‘TWere,” and Guy nodded his head towards his right thigh. Then he added: ‘‘I wish at the same time, you'd take my card case out of my breast pocket. I think you'll find a paper there that will convince Mr. Traubmann that Mr. Inwood had reason to change his opinion of me.” ‘‘T’ll find that, while you get de key,” volunteered the shoe dealer, eagerly launching himself on the prisoner. ‘‘ Augusta” meantime had disappeared. Max soon had the key and was off upstairs to free the major and prevent further destruction of the War- burton crockery, and Mr. Traubmann was presently going through the contents of Guy’s pocketbook. But even as he began to finger the cards and mem- oranda of various sorts, the owner was stricken by the recollection that he had stuffed the paper into the pocket of another coat which was now hanging in the closet at home. ‘‘Never mind,” hesaid; ‘‘you won’t find it.” ‘Aha, I thought so,” muttered Traubmann, and (EOMMIELOOKOL KS (©) m