So he declares that for three months he must serve under me.

What could I say?
Could I tell him that I would dispose of the paper to some one else?
I was compelled to accept his terms.

I insisted that he should live with us during the time, but he objected.
He swore that he must not be introduced to any of my people--to be petted like a dog that has saved a child's life.

And there's the situation." Witherspoon's cigar had fallen to the floor.

Some time elapsed before he spoke, and when he did speak there was an unnatural softness in his voice.