Nor
could I fail to be polite to my benefactor, and try to help him
about. My Uncle Timothy was amazed, because he had accepted the
"Times" story that it was all a "movie" hoax. Everybody will tell
you in Western City that they "never believe a word they read in the
'Times'"; but of course they do--they have to believe something, and
what else have they?
I was trying to think about that picture over the altar. Of course,
they would naturally have replaced it! I wondered who had found old
de Wiggs up there; I wondered if he knew about it, and if he had any
idea who had played that prank. I looked to his pew; yes, there he
sat, rosy and beaming, bland as ever! I looked for old Peter Dexter,
president of the Dexter Trust Company--yes, he was in his pew,
wizened and hunched up, prematurely bald. And Stuyvesant Gunning, of
the Fidelity National--they were all here, the masters of the city's
finance and the pillars of "law and order." Some wag had remarked if
you wanted to call directors' meeting after the service, you could
settle all the business of Western City in St.
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