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159. “say, Shavings, what would you do? I beer waiting for weeks now for that fifty dollars Al's sending, and aint got it yet. Do you think they'll give it to me when it cones?" lane is speakinge He has, since Riddeli’s assault on Lee, eon acain placed in charge of the tennis courts. "You better get writing to somebod), pretending they owe it to you. You know damned well you can't cet money here unlese you prove where it comes from,” Shavings advises. "yow'm I cons do that! Who can I write to?" Lane asks. "von't you know anyone cut.ito who would do it for yout’ "There's a cuy on the other side leaving tomorrox. He cozs to Vnoxville, Ga. I guess J can trust rin.” "411 you have to do is te} hin write you u letter and say in it that as socn as re gets the fifty dollars ko owes you he'll send 4t in to you, Tol? Hir ven his.” "Then that'll be the letter I take up wher the Chief Clerk ealle me?" Lane Ss interested. "That's all necessary, They wont investicete.” “You write it for me, ‘rite what you want the guy to write me," lane bess. Shavings caxplies. Kext Jay, the inmate pronising to write Lane the letter, bids him good bye. Three days later the pronised letter arrives. “Yow write tack, and tell him you have his letter," advises Shavinge. “and you'll sure appreciate his sending the money as soon as he can, That letter will be read going out, and will be further proof that he ‘owes! it to you." “You write it!" Lane pleads. "You payst Always depending on me to write, Shavings laughingly. Me seems willing to oblige Lane but unwilling to "Hell, it takes you no time to type them. It takes me an hour to even think what to say,” Lane protests. wee eg