"Mr.
Helmsley called us all into his room last night and told us so." "Oh, he did, did he?
But, of course, as a man of business, he would leave nothing incomplete.

Now, supposing Mr.Helmsley is away more than a month, I will call or send to the house at stated intervals to see how things are getting on, and arrange any matters that may need arranging"-- here he glanced at the letter in his hand--"as your master requests.

And--if you want anything--or wish to know any news,--you can always call here and inquire." "Thank you, Sir Francis." "I'm sorry,"-- and the lawyer's shrewd yet kindly eyes looked somewhat troubled--"I'm very sorry that my old friend hasn't taken you with him, Benson." Benson caught the ring of sympathetic interest in his voice and at once responded to it.
"Well, sir, so am I!" he said heartily.

"For Mr.Helmsley's over seventy, and he isn't as strong as he thinks himself to be by a long way.

He ought to have some one with him.