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Mother and I. There was little else in our minds. When-
ever we met, if we did not speak of Joe and the accounts,
our faces spoke for us, and so the time passed until at last
the solicitor wrote to say that I should find him in his
office at eleven o’clock one morning. My mother asked
me where I was going, and I said, “I have got an appoint-
ment with the solicitor. When I return you shall hear
all about it, a truthful report, Mother.”
I had expected that the accountant would find many
discrepancies in Joe’s accounts, but he did more, he dis-
approved of them altogether, and told the solicitor that
he would advise Mr. Moore not to sign. “And I endorse
all he says,” the lawyer added. “The only way to end
the matter is for you to instruct me to write a letter to
Mr. Blake, telling him that, under legal advice, you de-
cline to sign the accounts.” “But it will bring an action,”
I said. “Ah, we don’t know what he will do.” “Are the
accounts falsified?” I asked. “I cannot go into details like
that, my advice to you is not to sign the accounts.” “And
if I do sign the accounts, what will happen then?” “Im-
mediately you sign the accounts Mr. Blake will ask you
to mortgage your property for two or three thousand
pounds. You will be a hundred and fifty a year poorer
than you are to-day.” “Well,” I said, “I am engaged in
writing a novel. One has been accepted, the other is in
my head being composed day by day. I intend to give my
life up to letters and it is impossible for me to do this if
Mother and I. There was little else in our minds. When-
ever we met, if we did not speak of Joe and the accounts,
our faces spoke for us, and so the time passed until at last
the solicitor wrote to say that I should find him in his
office at eleven o’clock one morning. My mother asked
me where I was going, and I said, “I have got an appoint-
ment with the solicitor. When I return you shall hear
all about it, a truthful report, Mother.”
I had expected that the accountant would find many
discrepancies in Joe’s accounts, but he did more, he dis-
approved of them altogether, and told the solicitor that
he would advise Mr. Moore not to sign. “And I endorse
all he says,” the lawyer added. “The only way to end
the matter is for you to instruct me to write a letter to
Mr. Blake, telling him that, under legal advice, you de-
cline to sign the accounts.” “But it will bring an action,”
I said. “Ah, we don’t know what he will do.” “Are the
accounts falsified?” I asked. “I cannot go into details like
that, my advice to you is not to sign the accounts.” “And
if I do sign the accounts, what will happen then?” “Im-
mediately you sign the accounts Mr. Blake will ask you
to mortgage your property for two or three thousand
pounds. You will be a hundred and fifty a year poorer
than you are to-day.” “Well,” I said, “I am engaged in
writing a novel. One has been accepted, the other is in
my head being composed day by day. I intend to give my
life up to letters and it is impossible for me to do this if