I know him well enough to be sure of that." "Yes--yes," said Mr.Flexen slowly.

"It's a tenable theory, doubtless.
But about your quarrel with him." "A few days before he died he talked about halving my allowance.

And, of course, I was frightfully annoyed about it.

I wanted to have it out with him--I meant to--but I knew that he'd never let me get near him, if he could help it.

But I knew, too, that he sat in the smoking-room every evening after dinner, and generally went to sleep.