Reginald Wright Kauffman

“ He shot a glance at Dan, whose lips were tight—at Hoagland; but Hoagland, at this intrusion, had sunk back upon the pillows, and there, as the ill-starred Tucker had once done before him, was simulating unconsciousness. The huge planter drew back a pace.
“So this is your little game, is it?” he purred at Dan. “Fernando was right, then. He is always right. ”

“ Hoagland shook his head. There was one scene more.
The mills of the gods grind slowly, but the mills of government are a close second. It was April 3rd in Washington before the affair of the Fillmore certificates came to the personal attention of the secretary of the treasury.
The secretary, who had not before, even in writing, had the case in its entirety presented to him, listened with concentration while first Farley and then Boyle rehearsed their parts in the mystery of the lost-and-found plates and of the subsequent appearance of counterfeit money. ”

“ Curious!” declared the secretary. “Well, Mr. Farley, I believe I'd like to take a look at these two notes and compare them with some of your notes from the presses or with the plates themselves.”
“As I reminded you, sir, we stopped printing a month ago, the moment we discovered counterfeit, and the plates are locked up in the vault. I can send for them.” Farley looked at the secretary for possible contradiction. “But here”—and he produced almost tenderly a wrapped note—“is what is perhaps easier for comparison for the layman. ”