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Bingle."
"Right!" exclaimed Mr. Force, regarding the bookkeeper with what
seemed to be infinite compassion in his eyes. "Stay right where you
are, Sigsbee. We'll get out," and he literally shoved the others out
of the office, closing the president's door behind him.
"Now, Mr. Bingle," said Sigsbee, drawing a chair up close to the
little man's knee, "I want the truth. Have you no--"
"Before heaven, Mr. Sigsbee, I--I swear I am innocent of--"
"Have you no inkling of what has befallen you?" concluded the other.
"No, sir, I haven't," declared Mr. Bingle with conviction.
"Well, my dear sir," said Sigsbee, laying his hand upon Bingle's knee
and speaking with grave impressiveness, "your late and lamented uncle,
Joseph Hooper, in his will, devises that you are his principal--I
might almost say, his sole heir. He has left practically everything to
you, sir. I--I pray you, be calm. Do not allow this astonishing, this
prodigious--"
"Oh," exclaimed Mr. Bingle, with a huge sigh of relief and a sudden
relaxing of all his taut nerves, "I know all about THAT, Mr.


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