The Great Temptation
e threw upon the table. In the left-hand pocket was my handkerchief, which he stretched out and examined. My name was on it in ink "H. Beckwith." There was noth
e threw upon the table. In the left-hand pocket was my handkerchief, which he stretched out and examined. My name was on it in ink "H. Beckwith." There was nothing else in the pockets of my coat; having satisfied himself on that point, he dropped it on to the table.
I supposed that they had taken liberties enough with my attire; there was proof on the envelopes and in the letters they contained that I was who I claimed to be, which must have been plain to the red-faced man. But I was mistaken in imagining that they had subjected me to enough indignity.
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