Porter (puts the bottle back in its place and stands thinking about the story): Where did he go, Joe?
Joe: He went fishin, Misteh Porteh.
Porter: Fishing!
Joe: Yessuh; he was a goin fishin wid Cunnel Gwathmey.
Porter: But what did he want with the bank’s money if he was going fishing?
Joe: Ah dunno dat, boss; maybe he meant to hide it.
Porter: Did the judge ever admit to your father what he had in that suit-case?
Joe: Naw, suh, he doan never speak of it again.
Porter: And your father never had a chance to look into it?
Joe: Naw, suh.