too thoroughly, Pitman; the whole secret is preparation, and I can get up my biography from the beginning, and I could tell it you now, only I have forgotten it.'
'Perhaps I'm stupid—' began Pitman.
'That's it!' cried Michael. 'Very stupid; but rich too—richer than I am. I thought you would enjoy it, Pitman, so I've arranged that you were to be literally wallowing in wealth. But then, on the other hand, you're only an American, and a maker of india-rubber overshoes at that. And the worst of it is—why should I conceal it from you—the worst of it is that you're called Ezra Thomas. Now,' said Michael, with a really appalling seriousness of manner, 'tell me who we are.'
The unfortunate little man was cross-examined till he knew these facts by heart.
'There!' cried the lawyer. 'Our plans are laid. Thoroughly consistent—that's the great thing.'
'But I don't understand,' objected Pitman.
'Oh, you'll understand right enough when it comes to the point,' said Michael, rising.
'There doesn't seem any story to it,' said the artist.
'We can invent one as we go along,' returned the lawyer.
