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The Happy Man makes Acquaintance with Misfortune
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Themagistrateturnedroundandtookarapidsurveyofthewholecabinet.
“Whereistheapartmentyoucallyourdry-room?”heasked.
“Theverysamewhereyounoware,MastervanSpennen.”
Themagistratecastaglanceatasmallnoteatthetopofhispapers.
“Allright,”hesaid,likeamanwhoissureofhisground.
Then,turningroundtowardsCornelius,hecontinued,“Willyougiveupthosepaperstome?”
“ButIcannot,MastervanSpennen;thosepapersdonotbelongtome;theyhavebeendepositedwithmeasatrust,andatrustissacred.”
“Dr.Cornelius,”saidthejudge,“inthenameoftheStates,Iorderyoutoopenthisdrawer,andtogiveuptomethepaperswhichitcontains.”
Sayingthis,thejudgepointedwithhisfingertothethirddrawerofthepress,nearthefireplace.
Inthisverydrawer,indeedthepapersdepositedbytheWardenoftheDikeswithhisgodsonwerelying;aproofthatthepolicehadreceivedveryexactinformation.
“Ah!youwillnot,”saidVanSpennen,whenhesawCorneliusstandingimmovableandbewildered,“thenIshallopenthedrawermyself.”
And,pullingoutthedrawertoitsfulllength,themagistrateatfirstalightedonabouttwentybulbs,carefullyarrangedandticketed,andthenonthepaperparcel,whichhadremainedinexactlythesamestateasitwaswhendeliveredbytheunfortunateCorneliusdeWitttohisgodson
