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THE FOUR PHILANTHROPISTS
As we came down the stairs I laughed consumedly to think how the gentle Gutermann had defeated the rascal with his own weapons. At the bottom I said to Chelubai, "But he's an impostor—a gross impostor!"
"Oh, I don't think so," said Chelubai. "I believe he was sold out."
"I wasn't speaking of Driver," I said. "I meant Gutermann. Look at the sorrowful compassion he got out of us under false pretences."
