It is too flimsy, Miss Hawkins, for a person of your fine inventive talent--contrive an abler device than that.
Come!" "It is easily done, Mr.Trollop.

I will hire a man, and pin this page on his breast, and label it, 'The Missing Fragment of the Hon.

Mr.Trollop's Great Speech--which speech was written and composed by Miss Laura Hawkins under a secret understanding for one hundred dollars--and the money has not been paid.' And I will pin round about it notes in my handwriting, which I will procure from prominent friends of mine for the occasion; also your printed speech in the Globe, showing the connection between its bracketed hiatus and my Fragment; and I give you my word of honor that I will stand that human bulletin board in the rotunda of the capitol and make him stay there a week! You see you are premature, Mr.Trollop, the wonderful tragedy is not done yet, by any means.

Come, now, doesn't it improve ?" Mr Trollop opened his eyes rather widely at this novel aspect of the case.

He got up and walked the floor and gave himself a moment for reflection.