"
"Oh! I see," said Curtis, "party cut off with a shilling, going to try
and break the will?"
"Have a cigar?" asked Quincy. "While you are lighting it and getting it
under way I may slide in and get a chance to state my business."
"Oh! you want to do the talking?" said Curtis good humoredly. "Well, go
ahead, old man;" and he leaned back and smoked complacently.
Quincy then related as much as he thought necessary of the story of the
sealed letter, and as he concluded he took the package from his pocket
and placed it on the corner of the lawyer's desk.
"You are doing just right," said Curtis; "the probate judges nowadays
are looking more carefully at wills, especially when their provisions
indicate that the signer was more red Indian than white Christian. I
understand you perfectly," he continued; "what you wish me to do is to
put this letter in an envelope, seal it securely, and endorse upon it
these words, 'To be delivered only to Miss Lindy Putnam upon the written
order of Miss Alice Pettengill.'"
"That's it exactly," said Quincy; "only I wish a receipt from you for
the document.
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