It appears when this man--this Adams--was a young clerk, the old gentleman trusted him with one of his business secrets, a glue process that Mr.Lamb had spent some money to get hold of.

The old chap thought this Adams was going to have quite a future with the Lamb concern, and of course never dreamed he was dishonest.

Alfred says this Adams hasn't been of any real use for years, and they should have let him go as dead wood, but the old gentleman wouldn't hear of it, and insisted on his being kept on the payroll; so they just decided to look on it as a sort of pension.

Well, one morning last March the man had an attack of some sort down there, and Mr.Lamb got his own car out and went home with him, himself, and worried about him and went to see him no end, all the time he was ill." "He would," Mrs.Palmer said, approvingly.

"He's a kind-hearted creature, that old man." Her husband laughed.