“A good thought; I’ll send for it at once to my solicitor——”
“They won’t be at the hoffice now,” interposed Chewkle. “You must let me manage it. I’ll be with ’em afore nine to morrow morning, so as to bust upon ’em afore they opens their letters, or commences looking at papers which have been served on ’em in different causes, an’ I’ll be in such a fluster an’ hurry to get back to you, that I’ll get the dockyment out of ’em, instead of being put off with a promise to look it out and send it by a clerk. We can’t wait, you know; we must have it; and you’ll see I’ll bring it back with me all right.”
“My best of friends, how can I reward you?” said Mr. Grahame, clutching at hope and relief from the scheme proposed.
“Well,” said Mr. Chewkle, “a tenner will do for me jest now; I ain’t greedy, though I am short of money.”
Mr. Grahame was here made to understand that a ten pound note was needed; he drew one promptly from his purse, and gave it to Chewkle, who instantly transferred it to his badly worn portmonnaie, which he plunged into the depths of his pocket.
“You must write a note—a strong note—to your solicitor, sir,” he observed, when the money was stowed away, “directing him to give to me the deed—mention my name—immediately on the receipt of your note—dash under ‘immediately’—that will throw him off his guard; he will give the dockyment to me; I’ll bring it to you, and then you can destroy it.”
“But it is registered, and that will afford proof that there was such a document,” suggested Mr. Grahame, nervously.
“Yes, that there was, perhaps,” answered Chewkle; “but what of that?—who’s to prove ’andwriting on a thing that ain’t forthcoming?—who’s to substantiate a charge of forgery”——
“Hush! for Heaven’s sake!”
“Well, who’s to substantiate such a charge upon a thing as don’t exist—that can’t be put in in support of the case. It can’t be done.”