"For my
part I never engaged you in business of any sort less or more." He
never regarded me, but went on: "You may appeal, though. Yes,
yes, there are such things as appeals for the refractory. Here it is,
gentlemen. Here they are all together. Here is, in the first place,
sir, your power of attorney, regularly warranted, sealed, and
signed with your own hand."
"I declare solemnly that I never signed that document," said I.
"Aye, aye, the system of denial is not a bad one in general," said
my attorney. "But at present there is no occasion for it. You do
not deny your own hand?"
"I deny everything connected with the business," cried I. "I
disclaim it in toto, and declare that I know no more about it than
the child unborn."
"That is exceedingly good!" exclaimed he. "I like your pertinacity
vastly! I have three of your letters, and three of your signatures;
that part is all settled, and I hope so is the whole affair; for here is
the original grant to your father, which he has never thought
proper to put in requisition. Simple gentleman! But here have I,
Lawyer Linkum, in one hundredth part of the time that any other
notary, writer, attorney, or writer of the signet in Britain would
have done it, procured the signature of His Majesty's
commissioner, and thereby confirmed the charter to you and your
house, sir, for ever and ever--Begging your pardon, madam.
Pages:
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273