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"Clissold was the man who ruined me! I have suspected it for many a
long year, and now I know it."
"And how," said the captain, drawing his chair still closer to
Tregarthen, and clapping his hand upon his shoulder,--"how may you
know it?"
"When we were fellow-clerks," replied Tregarthen, "in that London
house, it was one of my duties to enter daily in a certain book an
account of the sums received that day by the firm, and afterward
paid into the bankers'. One memorable day,--a Wednesday, the black
day of my life,--among the sums I so entered was one of five hundred
pounds."
"I begin to make it out," said the captain. "Yes?"
"It was one of Clissold's duties to copy from this entry a
memorandum of the sums which the clerk employed to go to the
bankers' paid in there. It was my duty to hand the money to
Clissold; it was Clissold's to hand it to the clerk, with that
memorandum of his writing. On that Wednesday I entered a sum of
five hundred pounds received. I handed that sum, as I handed the
other sums in the day's entry, to Clissold. I was absolutely
certain of it at the time; I have been absolutely certain of it ever
since. A sum of five hundred pounds was afterward found by the
house to have been that day wanting from the bag, from Clissold's
memorandum, and from the entries in my book. Clissold, being
questioned, stood upon his perfect clearness in the matter, and
emphatically declared that he asked no better than to be tested by
'Tregarthen's book.' My book was examined, and the entry of five
hundred pounds was not there."
"How not there," said the captain, "when you made it yourself?"
Tregarthen continued:-
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