The Wanderer: Chapter 2
| January 3, 2023“I can’t even begin to explain to you what it will mean to me if someone has stolen that money”
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eb Meir wasn’t sure what to respond for several moments. When he composed himself, he tried eliciting more information from Freida.
“Did you by any chance touch any money, Freida?”
“No.”
“Freida… I want you to understand something. My friend entrusted me with a fortune, enough to purchase an entire block of buildings in this city. This was the largest amount of money that anyone has ever entrusted me with. I can’t even begin to explain to you what it will mean to me if someone has stolen that money. It will not only crush me, it will crush my friend as well when he finds out. I’m going to ask you again: Did you touch any money, even accidentally, when you were cleaning my study and moving things around on my desk?”
“No.”
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