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 Ringdal.

What prophecies, sir?

The Chamberlain.

What do you say to this, Doctor? You have always accused me of exaggerating when I said that Monsen was corrupting the neighbourhood.

Fieldbo.

Well, what then?

The Chamberlain.

We are getting on, I can tell you! What do you think? There are forgeries going about.

Ringdal.

Forgeries?

The Chamberlain.

Yes, forgeries! And whose name do you think they have forged? Why, mine!

Fieldbo.

Who in the world can have done it?

The Chamberlain.

How can I tell? I don't know all the scoundrels in the district. But we shall soon find out.—Doctor, do me a service. The papers must have come into the hands either of the Savings Bank or the Iron-works Bank. Drive up to Lundestad; he is the director who knows most about things. Find out whether there is any such paper

Fieldbo.

Certainly; at once.