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104 bested me, and I must pay," he said, in a voice full of tears.

His emotion did not touch us. We untied his hands, set him in a chair before the table and put blotting-paper, pens and ink before him. Chelubai took a note-case from his pocket, drew from it a folded sheet of paper and laid it on the blotting-paper. "First of all," he said, "we want a letter from you explaining things."

"Why, it's my office paper!" cried the King of Finance.

"Yes, I thought you might want it, so I brought it away with me when I called on you," said Chelubai. "Write away. Date it yesterday."

Honest John Driver dated the letter, and wrote, with many protests, at Chelubai's dictation: