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[Hobbins <sh...@fa...>]

In the supposed case, and very much dissatisfied with Leopold for the
advantage he had taken of the admission. "Who was the feller that buried
the money?" he demanded, feeling his way to another argument in favor of
a division. "Mr. Wallbridge." "Who was he?" "I don't know." "You haven't
been introduced to him?" "No." "What do you know about him?" "Nothing."
"Then how did you know he had a good-looking son, familiar with the
poets?" "I don't." "That was what you said." "I only supposed a case. So
far as we know now, no one was acquainted with Mr. Wallbridge. No one
knows anything at all about him." "All right, then. All we have to do is
to divy." "Not yet. I am going to see the owners of the Waldo, in which
Mr. Wallbridge was a passenger. They know nothing about him, I am aware;
but I am going to ask them to write to their agents in Havana, and
ascertain who he was." "That's taking a good deal of trouble for
nothing, you see," added Mr. Raymond, with a look of disappointment and
dissatisfaction. "That is just what I am going to do, any how," replied
Leopold, firmly. "The money don't belong to me, and I intend to keep it
safely till the heirs of Wallbridge appear to claim it; or at least,
till I am satisfied there are no heirs. When that time comes, I shall be
willing to _consider_ the question of dividing it with Stumpy and you."
"I don't think any of it belongs to me," added Stumpy. "I think a share
of it belongs to me; but I am willing to discount my claim, you see."
"Discount it?" queried Leopold. "I can't wait a year or two till you
find out whether or not the man that buried the gold