A Daughter of Delilah — page 148: what you’re looking at

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. “THE NOTES WERE MADE BY ME!” 139 of Israel entered the room with a bow and a smile. His foxy black eyes rested for a moment on the stern features of the financier, then he buried his hooked nose in a dirty pocket-handkerchief, snuffling: ‘‘Good-morning, sir.”’ ‘‘Close the door and be seated,’’ Mr. Alston said, briefly. The Jew obeyed, his restless eyes furtively watching the financier’s inscrutable face. He took a position on the ex- treme edge of a chair, his features still wreathed in smiles. ‘‘My name is Solomon,’’ he began, in oily tones. ‘‘Sorry to trouble you, sir, but it is a matter of trifling importance if the paper I hold is right.”’ ‘*Go on,”’ ‘‘Well, Mr. Alston, I have discounted two notes for thirty thousand each, purporting to be made by you.’’ The financier nodded. ‘‘Kor whom were they discounted?”’ ‘‘A British nobleman whose indorsement they bear— Lord St. Leonards.’’ Mr. Alston started. ‘‘T don’t know why I became suspicious that all was not right,’’ continued the Jew, ‘but I decided to show the notes to your bankers, and was advised to see you without delay. This frightened me, because I cannot afford to lose so much money. If they an’t straight goods, I'll send the forger to Sing Sing for a spell, s’ help me, Moses!” He assumed a wicked scowl, and excitedly rose to his feet and paced the floor. : ‘‘T.et me see the notes,’’ Mr. Alston said, calmly. For a minute the Jew glered at him suspiciously; then cS (E() Gomicboo