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'That's it!' cried Michael. 'Very stupid; but rich too--richer than I
am. I thought you would enjoy it, Pitman, so I've arranged that you were
to be literally wallowing in wealth. But then, on the other hand, you're
only an American, and a maker of india-rubber overshoes at that. And the
worst of it is--why should I conceal it from you?--the worst of it
is that you're called Ezra Thomas. Now,' said Michael, with a really
appalling seriousness of manner, 'tell me who we are.'
The unfortunate little man was cross-examined till he knew these facts
by heart.
'There!' cried the lawyer. 'Our plans are laid. Thoroughly
consistent--that's the great thing.'
'But I don't understand,' objected Pitman.
'O, you'll understand right enough when it comes to the point,' said
Michael, rising.
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There doesn't seem any story to it,' said the artist.
We can invent one as we go along,' returned the lawyer.
But I can't invent,' protested Pitman. 'I never could invent in all my
life.'
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