Your wish is my law.

You are still my 'Little Sister,' and I am, as of old, your "BROTHER HUGH." These telegrams copied in his manifold book, into which he had carelessly thrust Hugh's dispatch, he picked up a letter in Arthur Ferris' well-known hand-writing.
It seemed to be a few frank words following his telegram, and was dated from Jersey City.

Randall Clayton's brow grew grave as he followed these seemingly candid lines: "We parted in anger, old chum and comrade.

I cannot tell you all that I hear in gossip as a lawyer or as Worthington's special agent.
You should try and yield to Hugh's whims.

He is old, and has vast plans afoot.