Chapter 46: XIII

XIII Give a Dog a Bad Name, and Hang Him Fascination Fledgeby, left alone in the countinghouse, strolled about with his hat on one side, whistling, and investigating the drawers, and prying here and there for any small evidences of his being cheated, but could find none. “Not his merit that he don’t cheat me,” was Mr. Fledgeby’s commentary delivered with a wink, “but my precaution.” He then with a lazy grandeur asserted his rights as lord of Pubsey and Co. by poking his cane at the stools…