You will note
that the seal is unbroken."
"Thank God for that!" Cappy Ricks murmured, sotto voice, and tore the
letter into tiny bits. "Now, then," he said, "we'll hear the rest of
your story."
"When did a doctor look you over last?" Matt queried. "I'm afraid
you'll die of heart disease before I finish."
"I'm sound in wind and limb," Cappy declared. "I'm not so young as I
used to be; but, by Jupiter, there isn't any young pup on the street
who can tell me where to head in! What next?"
"Of course, Mr. Ricks, very shortly after I had rechartered the
Tillicum to Morrow & Company I began to suspect they were shy of
sufficient capital to run their big business comfortably. I found it
very hard to collect; so, fully a month before they went up the spout,
I commenced to figure on what would happen to me if they did.
Consequently, I wasn't caught napping. On the day Morrow committed
suicide the company gave me a check that was repudiated at the bank.
I protested it and immediately served formal notice on Morrow &
Company that their failure to meet the terms of our charter party
necessitated immediate cancellation; and accordingly I was cancelling
it."
"Did you send that notice by registered mail?" Skinner demanded.
"You bet!--with a return registry receipt requested.
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