"Yes, sir, that is so," says Mr. George with military brevity.
"Therefore you may happen to have in your possession something--anything, no matter what; accounts, instructions, orders, a letter, anything--in Captain Hawdon's writing. I wish to compare his writing with some that I have. If you can give me the opportunity, you shall be rewarded for your trouble. Three, four, five, guineas, you would consider handsome, I dare say."
"Noble, my dear friend!" cries Grandfather Smallweed, screwing up his eyes.
"If not, say how much more, in your conscience as a soldier, you can demand. There is no need for you to part with the writing, against your inclination--though I should prefer to have it."

"Yes, sir, that is so," says Mr. George.
"Therefore you may happen to have in your possession something - anything, no matter what; accounts, instructions, a letter, anything - in Captain Hawdon's writing. I wish to compare his writing with some that I have. You shall be rewarded for your trouble. Three, four, five guineas, I dare say. There is no need for you to part with the writing - though I should prefer to have it."
