But let
me hear yours, however.''
``Mine is a very singular case. The party has
been robbed of a thousand pounds.''
``A recruit for this service possessing a thousand
pounds! My dear Doctor, depend upon it, the
fellow has gulled you. Bless my heart, would a
man who had a thousand pounds think of enlisting
as a private sentinel?''
``He had no such thoughts,'' answered Hartley.
``He was persuaded by the rogue whom he trusted,
that he was to have a commission.''
``Then his friend must have been Tom Hillary,
or the devil; for no other could possess so much
cunning and impudence. He will certainly find
his way to the gallows at last. Still this story of
the thousand pounds seems a touch even beyond
Tom Hillary. What reason have you to think that
this fellow ever had such a sum of money?''
``I have the best reason to know it for certain,''
answered Hartley; ``he and I served our time
together, under the same excellent master; and
when he came of age, not liking the profession
which he had studied, and obtaining possession of
his little fortune, he was deceived by the promises
of this same Hillary.''
``Who has had him locked up in our well-ordered
Hospital yonder?'' said the General.
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