Such knightly courtesies depends
Thy everlasting fame!
Two days later I received a postal written in a disguised hand by Ballantyne, I think, and purporting to come from "Charlie," showing the progress of the conspiracy to mulct Sir Slosson's pelf. It read:
FRIEND THOMPSON,
Fields and Ballantyne gave me the telegram tonight ordering one supper. But they have been eating all the week at your expense. Is it all right?
Yours,
CHAS. BURKEY.
And by the same mail came this comforting epistle from the arch conspirator:
CHICAGO, July the 22d, 1885.
DEAR SIR KNIGHT: