"Oh, sir, I hope you are not getting him into trouble?" she cried. "He is a good man when he is sober; indeed he is,"
"I am not going to harm him, madam. A great wrong has been done, and I only want your husband to assist me in righting it. He has papers that can do it."
"You are telling me the truth?" she questioned earnestly.
"Yes, ma'am."
"I think I can trust you," she said slowly. "You look honest. And these papers—ought you to have them?"
"Yes. If your husband does not give them up, he will certainly get into great trouble."
"You are young, and you don't look as if you would lie. If Sam has the papers, he shall give them to you. He's coming now."
"Here's all the evidence in the case," said Sammy Simpson, on returning. He held a thick and long envelope. "What's the value to you?"
"I can tell better after I have examined them," I returned.
"Will you give them back if I let you see them?"