"Is the signature that of my father?" asked Quincy turning the bill
over, and looking at the various endorsements on the back.
"I am not sure. If I were, there would be one great question solved,
for he would never have put his name to it, of course, until he was
ready to cash it. In a way it looks a little like his writing, but it
may be, and I think it is, a rather bungling forgery. It is more than
likely that in the wallet in which he kept the bills of exchange he
may have had some papers to which he had signed his name, and the
signature was copied from that."
"I want to show this to Miss Dana," said Quincy, "perhaps she can
help me solve the problem. Have you got any paper with my father's
signature to it?"
"Wait a few minutes, and I will see if I can find any in the old
files."
After a good quarter of an hour, which to Quincy seemed as though it
would never end, Mr. Merry came back, covered with dust, but with the
required paper in his hand.
"A lawyer should never destroy a paper," said Mr. Merry, "and I am
glad to say this firm never does. Here is a letter your father wrote
to your grandfather nearly thirty years ago, and is dated from
Mason's Corner. Take it, and the bill of exchange with you. I hope
you can solve the mystery, and let's pray it will turn out to mean
that you are Quincy Adams Sawyer, Junior; but, my boy," and Harry put
his hand on Quincy's shoulder, "do not build too many air castles on
it.
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