Vandemark's Folly by Herbert Quick
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I admitted that I was.
"May I offer," said he, "the hospitalities of the city in the form of a hot whisky toddy?" I thanked him and asked to be excused. "Your name," he ventured, after clearing his throat, "is Vandemark." Then I looked at him still more sharply. How did he know my name? "I have been looking for you," said he, "for some months--some months; and I was so fortunate as to observe the fact when you made a call last evening on our fellow-citizen, Doctor Rucker. I was--ahem--consulted professionally by the late lamented Mrs. Rucker--I am a lawyer, sir--before her death, for the purpose of securing my services in looking after the interests of her son, Mr. Jacob H. Vandemark." "Jacob T. Vandemark," said I. "Why, damn me," said he, looking again at his book, "it _is_ a 'T.' Lawyer's writing, Jacob, lawyer's writing--notoriously bad, you know." I sat thinking about the expression, "the interests of Jacob T. Vandemark," for a long time; but the truth did not dawn an me, my mind working slowly as usual. "What interests?" I asked finally. "The interest," said he, "of her only child in the estate of Mrs. |
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