"Gineral," he said—by some strange confusion of ideas, down in Springfield they give the attorney-general a military title, which custom that functionary fosters—"Gineral, will you give me your signature to that, 'fore you start?"
Grigsby glowered at Jennings, read the paper, said somewhat petulantly, "Oh, of course," and hesitatingly signed it.
"Now, Hennessey," said Jennings, carefully placing the paper in a long pocket-book he drew from the region of his left hip.
Hennessey held the bag out toward the secretary of state.
"No," said Jennings, who was pouring himself a drink, "give it to the gineral."
The attorney-general took the bag and opened it. Inside were four big bundles of bank bills. He lifted them out. Each bundle was composed of ten smaller packages, held by rubber bands, and each package was bound with a pink paper strap neatly pinned and marked "five hundred." He counted and replaced the packages in the bag. Then taking his coat and hat, he turned to Jennings and said:
"Well, let's be gone."
