"Can you spare me a few minutes, Squire Haynes?"
"I am in haste, sir."
"My business is important, and has already been too long
delayed."
"Too long delayed?"
"Yes, it has waited twelve years."
"I don't understand you, sir," said the squire.
"Perhaps I can assist you. You know me as Henry Morton. That is
not my real name."
"An alias!" sneered the squire in a significant tone.
"Yes, I had my reasons," returned the young man, unmoved.
"I have no doubt of it."
Henry Morton smiled, but did not otherwise notice the unpleasant
imputation.
"My real name is Richard Waring."
Squire Haynes started violently and scrutinized the young man
closely through his spectacles. His vague suspicions were
confirmed.
"Do you wish to know my business with you?"
The squire muttered something inaudible.
"I demand the restitution of the large sum of money entrusted to
you by my father, just before his departure to the West Indies--a
sum of which you have been the wrongful possessor for twelve
years.
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