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O, a ship she was rigged and ready for sea,

And all of her sailors were fishes to be!

Windy-y-weather,

Storether!

--The Fishes

Fletcher Fogg, suave, dignified, radiating business importance,

freshened by a barber's ministrations, walked into the Franklin

law-offices the next irl typist, and she referred hi

man who came forth from a private room

"I have power of attorney from Mr Franklin to transact his routine

business," explained the young man "Of course, if it's a new case or a

question of law--"

"Neither, neither, my dear sir! Sihimself closed the door of the inner office when the two had

retired there

"One of yourof the

Vose line I a produced a packet of certificates and laid them on the desk

"Are there to be any officers or other stockholders present?" he asked,

showing just a bit of solicitude, in spite of hi has been said about it

The proxies and instructions have been sent in, as usual, by registered

mail" He indicated docuin on the matter"