CHAPTER XVI. — PALMER'S MALICE.
"Indeed!" said Lawrence, in assumed surprise.
"Yes, mine was left with the clerk."
"And mine also."
"And he doubtless made a mistake in delivering them. Upon my word I am not surprised, as they certainly are very much alike."
"So they are!" said Lawrence, taking the valise from Palmer's hand. "And here is your name too."
"It is quite a joke, ha, ha!" laughed Palmer, his spirits rising as he saw that there would be no difficulty in effecting the exchange. "I suppose I may take mine?"
"You are quite sure it is yours? Pardon my asking, but you are a stranger to me."
"Oh, it's all right! You see this spot on my valise. Outside of that, there is really no difference."
"You are willing to swear that valise I brought over from the Clifton is yours?"