Demorestglancedatit，turneditover，readitscontents，andinagravevoicesaid，\"Thereissomethingwronghere。Itislikemyhandwriting，butIneverwrotetheletter，norhasitbeeninmyhandbefore。\"
Stacysprangtohisside。\"Thenit’saforgery！\"
\"Waitamoment。\"Demorest，who，althoughverygrave，wasthemorecollectedofthetwo，wenttoawriting-desk，selectedasheetofpaper，andtookupapen。\"Now，\"hesaid，\"dictatethatlettertome。\"
Stacybegan，Demorest’spenrapidlyfollowinghim：——
\"DEARJIM，——OnreceiptofthisgetridofmyWheatTrustsharesatwhateverfigureyoucan。FromthewaythingspointedinNewYork\"——