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we ep eo Mee tye an (€) 159. "Say, Shavings, what would you do? I beer miting for weeks now for that fifty dollars Al's sending, and aint got it yet. Do you think they'll give i¢ te me when it cones?" lane is speaking» He has, since Riddeil’s assault on Lee, been agsin pleced in charge of the tennis courts. "You better ge+ writing to somebod:, pretending they owe it to you. You know damned well you can't pet money hera unless you prove where it comes from,” Shavings advises. "Yow'm I conna do that: Whe can I write to!" Lane asks. "Jorn't you know anyone cut.ilo who would do it for you?” "There's a cuy on the other side leaving tomorrow. Fe fous to Inovville, Ga. I guess J can trust rin.” "all you have to do is tell hin write you a letter and any in it that as soch as he pets the fifty dollars ho owes you he'll send 4t in to you, Tol} hir.write wien anothe., mov Vien his.” "Then that'li be the letter I take up wher the Chief Clerk calle me?" Lane is interested. "That's all necessary, They wont investicpate." “You write it for me. ‘rite what you want the guy to write m," lane begs. Shavings caxplies. Kext Jay, the inmate promising to write Lane the letter, bids him good bys. Three days later the promised Istter arrives. “rew write back, and tell him you have his letter," advises Shavinge. “and you'll sure appreciate his sending, the money as soon as he can. That letter will be read going out, and will be further proof that he ‘owes’ it to you," “You write iti" Lane pleads. "You puysi always depending on me to write,” co plaina Shavings leughingly.- He seems willing to oblige Lanes but urmilling to be implicated in anything pertulring to Canore. "Hell, it takes you no time to type them. It takes mo an hour to even think what to say,” Lane protests.