Bookseller. Here! take it!
Poe. There ’s your Judas’ blood! (Throws down money and starts out with the book. Enter Brackett)
Brackett. (Stopping Poe) Mr. Poe, I believe.
Poe. Right, sir. And Brackett, I think your name was when I knew you.
Bra. Quite right, Mr. Poe. I saw you coming in here, and though you have changed somewhat with the help of years I was sure it was you.
Poe. And how, Mr. Brackett, may that knowledge be of interest to you?
Bra. Well, perhaps it does concern you more than myself.
Poe. Kindly tell me in what way that I may regret it.
Bra. Your pen has been supplying matter for The Comet, I believe.
Poe. If you have any doubt of it a perusal of that magazine’s issues for the past two years will satisfy you.