Porter, don't blame me for it! I made a big mistake! I was a fool to listen to those others! But I needed money—times were very hard and they said it was only a schoolboy trick—that is, that is what they said first. But afterwards" The pretended doctor did not finish.
"Who said it was a trick?"
"Those two young men, Merwell and Jasniff. They were angry at you because of something of which I know nothing. They wanted to get you in their power for a lark—that was the story they first told. They promised me twenty dollars if I would aid them—and I never got a cent—not a cent!" added Hooker Montgomery, almost tearfully. "Oh, don't prosecute me! I am down and out! My practice has been ruined—some folks even want me arrested for practicing without a state certificate—and those rascals never came to my aid! And after all I did for them!"
Dave was a good judge of character, and he saw at once that Hooker Montgomery was assuredly in a pitiable condition. Drink had made him lose his practice and his ability to induce people to buy his medicines, and now he had relied upon Merwell and Jasniff to aid him, and they had failed to do so. Evidently the man was not so much of a rascal as he was weak-minded.
"So Merwell and Jasniff promised to pay you if you aided them?" said Dave.
