'I bet we're not! Have I committed forgery?
have I lied about Uncle Joseph?
have I put idiotic advertisements in the comic papers?
have I smashed other people's statues?
I like your cheek, Morris Finsbury.

No, I've let you run my affairs too long; now they shall go to Michael.

I like Michael, anyway; and it's time I understood my situation.' At this moment the brethren were interrupted by a ring at the bell, and Morris, going timorously to the door, received from the hands of a commissionaire a letter addressed in the hand of Michael.

Its contents ran as follows: MORRIS FINSBURY, if this should meet the eye of, he will hear of SOMETHING TO HIS ADVANTAGE at my office, in Chancery Lane, at 10 A.M.
tomorrow.
MICHAEL FINSBURY So utter was Morris's subjection that he did not wait to be asked, but handed the note to John as soon as he had glanced at it himself.
'That's the way to write a letter,' cried John.

'Nobody but Michael could have written that.' And Morris did not even claim the credit of priority..