The Railway Man and His ChildrenOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Railway Man and His Children
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Children of the rich -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Forgery -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction
“I shouldn’t wonder,” said Johnson. He took the cheque out of the young
man’s hands and examined it closely. “Yes,” he said; “it’s as good as
gold. Lord, what a pity, when he was doing it, he didn’t go a little
bit farther and add a nought! Another nought, and just a little bit of
change in one word. Bless us all, how easy he could have done it--a
touch of the pen.” Johnson put his hand on the cheque, pointing out
lightly here and there where the improvement could have been made. “The
one would be just as easy to him as the other,” he said “And think! then
you would be set right in a moment; that bit of paper given up, and
everything squared. When you have a friend like this, why can’t you get
him to do something that’s of real use? A hundred’s nothing; I would
advise you to keep that for yourself. It might be of use to you for
pocket-money. It’s of no use to us.”
“It’s precisely a hundred pounds’ worth of use,” said Eddy.
“Ah! if you take it in that way; but _he_ wouldn’t take it in that way.
He would say it’s the tenth part of our claim, and I’m not going to let
a young fellow like that (he would say--mind, it’s not me) off for a
tenth of our claim. How much more money (he would say) d’ye think we’d
get out of him after he had his bit of paper back. No, no, Master Eddy,
no use to try on that little dodge, he’s far too old a bird. But, so far
as I am concerned, if there’s anything in a moderate way I could help
you in, after what you’re going to do for me----”
“How do you know I’ll do it for you now? It’s nothing for nothing in
this world,” said Eddy, fiercely. “If you don’t help me, why should I
take any trouble? Your day’s shooting and your ball depend upon me, and
I’m willing to see you through these and introduce you to all the
bigwigs, but if I get nothing in return----”
“Only a word of advice,” said Johnson. “Go back to your friend, Master
Eddy, and get him to alter that thing there; he could do it with a
scratch of his pen. Another nought, and there’s nothing easier for a
man, when it’s his own writing, to change a word. If it looks blotchy,
don’t you know he puts his initials to show it’s all right--I’ve seen it
done a dozen times--that’s all he’s got to do, and everything would be
square. Take it back to him, Master Eddy, that’s my advice.”
“I think you’re the devil in person, Johnson,” was what Eddy replied.
CHAPTER XXIX.
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