"Lord bless my soul!" exclaimed the German. "I don't remember that I ever did anything to him to give him so good an opinion of me."
"Did you not nurse him while he was sick?"
"Did you not care for your mother when she was sick?" returned the German. "Of course that did not amount to anything. He was my chum, and I had to stand by him."
"Well, he gave you the property for it, anyway. He sent you the deeds by express, and Julian bought them for thirty cents."
"Well, sir, that is a heap of money. I don't know anybody that needs it more than I do. Where is the box now?"
"It is safe in the hands of Mr. Wiggins. We were not going to have somebody come along here and claim to be Haberstro. Have you anybody here in St. Louis to whom you can recommend us? We want to know who you are before we give up the box."
"That is perfectly right and proper. You see, my home is in Chicago, and I know but few persons here. If you think this Mr——what do you call him?"
"Wiggins?" said Jack.
"Yes; if you think he will want somebody to vouch for me, I can give him the names of all the Germans in the city. Where does he hang out?"
"The Union Telegraph office. You know where that is?"