"From Mr. Joseph Scorer."
"William, you mean; but that is a detail."
"Joseph," said I. "Stay! I'll show you my agreement," and I went inside and got it.
"Joseph?" he said, with knitted brow, as he perused the document; and, after a pause, "Then what the deuce has become of William? What kind of a man was he?"
"Small, sharp, brown man, with one club foot."
He nodded.
"Which foot?" he asked.
I had to cast back my thoughts.
"Left," I said, at last.
"No, right," said he.