The lawyer took an envelope from his pocket. Lampert moved to interfere.
"You can trust me," Beman assured him.
Peewee thrilled excitedly. He thought that Beman, if they let him take the paper, would tear it up. He sank back in disappointment as the old man, having looked through the writing, merely gave it back.
"I ain't going to ask you yet how much you want from me for this," Beman remarked. "All I'm going to ask is, supposing I buy this now, what's to prevent you and Ben Lampert from sitting down and writing out another one and coming around and expecting to sell me that one too?"
Peewee shook. Beman got up with difficulty from his chair and moved on his stiff old legs to the hearth-rug and stood facing the two men.
"I wasn't sure about all this," he said. "He might have been fool enough sometime to marry her. But now I know, if this is how you had to get at the thing, he didn't. So I ain't asking you now what more there is you've got. You've figured out about the witnesses and license, I
