Fairfield. You may be
removed."
"Have you been writing to Mr. Percival?" exclaimed Fairfield, in mingled
anger and apprehension.
"No, sir; I have not communicated with him in any way. You would not
give me his address."
"Of course I would not," said the agent, feeling relieved. "It would be
mere impertinence for you to write to him."
"Fortunately there is no immediate occasion for me to do so, as he has
sent a representative here to investigate your official conduct."
"A representative!" exclaimed Fairfield, now thoroughly startled. "Where
is he? I have not seen him."
"He is present," said Mr. Hamlin, indicating Frank.
The agent broke into a scornful laugh.
"You? Why, you are a peddler!"
"Only in appearance, Mr. Fairfield. I assumed that business in order not
to attract attention or excite suspicion. I am really Mr. Percival's
private secretary, as I can prove to your satisfaction."
"Is this true?" he asked, in a changed voice.
"Yes, sir; quite true."
"Have you written to Mr. Percival?"
"Yes, sir; and this afternoon I received a letter from him."
"What did he write?" asked Fairfield, in a husky voice; for he was
convinced now that Frank spoke the truth.
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