Circus -- Fiction; Maine -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
“I’ll make my business brief, brother,” said the lawyer, with a wistful
humility that pricked Hiram a bit, despite his rancour. “I realise how
you feel toward me, and I have not come upon your porch without good
reason. You may not have noticed that I have been away for a day or two,
for you haven’t been very much interested in my movements for some time.
But I have been absent. I’ve been at the shire on some law business.
“One of my friends who is a trustee in the Union Savings Bank mentioned
to me that one Simon Peak, accompanied by a strange woman, had drawn ten
thousand dollars on your order, after having been identified by one
of the traders near by. I was inter-: ested enough to want to see that
order, and----”
“Say, ain’t I got any bus’ness of any kind that I can ’tend to myself
without some one pokin’ in their nose?” demanded Hiram with fury.
“I plead guilty to being a meddler, Hiram,” returned the Squire calmly.
“But I’ve taken the chances. I figured you could not dislike me any more
for doing this than you did before. And whatever else we are, you are my
brother, and Simon Peak is a man of whom I have always been distrustful.
I saw that the amount in the order had been filled in by some one else
than yourself. I didn’t know then what deal you could have with Peak. I
don’t know now, for I didn’t believe a word of the yarn he told me---but
the amount of the matter is, Hiram, I took measures to have Peak and his
companion followed and apprehended. I interviewed them privately; I made
them disgorge, and here is your money--all except a couple of hundred
dollars. I gave them that much and the team so that they could get out
of the State and not annoy you any more. You’ll not see them again. I
told them that I’d put the two of them into State prison as blackmailers
if they showed up here.”
He laid a thick wallet upon his brother’s lap.
“If I have meddled in your affairs, brother, forgive me. But I couldn’t
stand by and see two thieves run away with what you have worked so hard
to earn.”
Hiram fumbled at the package a moment and then banged it down on the
platform, his face working with emotion whose nature was not easily to
be determined.
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