"For heaven's sake, sir, allow me to go!" "On no account, Madame Fontaine.

If you won't remain here, in justice to yourself, remain as a favor to me." When I opened my bedroom door the next morning, the widow and Mr.Keller were on the landing outside, and those were the words exchanged between them.
Mr.Keller approached, and spoke to me.
"What do you know, David, about the disappearance of Mr.Engelman ?" "Disappearance ?" I repeated.

"I was with him yesterday evening--and I bade him good-night in his own room." "He must have left the house before the servants were up this morning," said Mr.Keller.

"Read that." He handed me a morsel of paper with writing on it in pencil:-- "Forgive me, dear friend and partner, for leaving you without saying good-bye; also for burdening you with the direction of business, before you are perhaps strong enough to accept the charge.

My mind is in such a state of confusion that I should be worse than useless in the office.
While I write this, my poor weak head burns as if there was fire in it.