The Day of the Dog by George Barr McCutcheon
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"Mrs. Delancy, you are being robbed by these fellows. Can't you see that these brothers-in-law and their wives will profit immensely if they succeed in keeping the wool over your eyes long enough? Let ME show you some figures." He excitedly drew a packet of papers from his pocket and in five minutes' time had her gasping with the knowledge that she was legally entitled to more than half a million of dollars. "Are you sure?" she cried, unable to believe her ears. "Absolutely. Here is the inventory and here are the figures to corroborate everything I say." "But THEY had figures, too," she cried in perplexity. "Certainly. Figures are wonderful things. I only ask you to defer this plan to compromise until we are able to thoroughly convince you that I am not misrepresenting the facts to you." "Oh, if I could only believe you!" "I'd toss the documents down to you if I were not afraid they'd join my card. That is a terribly ravenous beast. Surely you can coax him out of the barn," he added eagerly. "I can try, but persuasion is difficult with a bulldog, you know," she said doubtfully. "It is much easier to persuade a man," she smiled. "I trust you won't try to persuade me to come down," he said in alarm. |
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