"
Sam performed his mission and Quincy was ushered into the room and found
himself with the sick man.
"Is your name James Sawyer?" asked Quincy.
"Yes," said the man. "I used to be proud of it once."
"Did you have a brother?" asked Quincy.
"Well," said Jim, "I don't think he would be proud of me now, so I guess
I won't claim any relationship."
Quincy stopped for a moment. Evidently the man's pride would keep him
from telling anything about himself. He would try him on a new tack. The
man had a long fit of coughing. When it had subsided, Quincy said, "It
wearies you to talk. I will do the talking, and if what I say is true
you can nod your head." Quincy continued, "Your name is James Edward
Sawyer, your brother's name was Nathaniel." The man opened his eyes wide
and looked steadfastly at him. "Your father, Edward Sawyer, left you
fifty thousand dollars." The man clutched with both hands at the quilt
on the bed. "You are about sixty years of age." The man nodded. "You
married a young girl who lived in the country and took her to Boston
with you; her maiden name was Eunice Raymond.
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