"Money matters--money matters--they divide the best of friends--and to tell you the truth he owed me more than I could afford to lose.

But the day before the last day of his life he came in and said it was all right, he'd square up before the week was out, and if that wasn't good enough for me I could go to the devil.

Of course I asked him where the money was coming from, and he said from a man he'd not heard of for years until that morning, but he didn't say how he'd heard of him then, only that he must be a millionaire.

So then I asked why a man he hadn't seen for so long should pay his debts, but Minchin only laughed and swore that he'd make him.

And that was the last I ever heard of it; he sat down at that desk over yonder and wrote to his millionaire there and then, and took it out himself to post.