“'Yes! yes! show me what you have!' he cried, eagerly.
“'Here is a curiosity of the highest order', I said, opening a paper and showing a bit of salt about the size of a walnut. 'This is a portion of the statue of salt into which Lot's wife was turned.'
“'Is it possible?' cried the antiquary, taking the salt and gazing at it in deep veneration. 'Are you quite certain of this?'
“'I am,' I answered. 'It is a portion of the wrist. I broke it off myself. The hand was already gone.'”
“And did he buy it?” questioned Joe, in astonishment.
“He did, and gave me fifty dollars in cash for it.”
“But that wasn't fair, Mr. Montgomery.”
The seller of bogus curiosities shrugged his shoulders.
“Perhaps not. But I was hard up and had to do something.”
“Did you sell him anything else?”