For it was Miss Oman who stalked in, holding out a blue foolscap envelope with a warlike air as if it were an ultimatum.
"I've brought you this from Mr.Bellingham," she said.

"There's a note inside." "May I read the note, Miss Oman ?" I asked.
"Bless the man!" she exclaimed.

"What else would you do with it?
Isn't that what I brought it for ?" I supposed it was; and, thanking her for her gracious permission, I glanced through the note--a few lines authorising me to show the copy of the will to Dr.Thorndyke.When I looked up from the paper I found her eyes fixed on me with an expression critical and rather disapproving.
"You seem to be making yourself mighty agreeable in a certain quarter," she remarked.
"I make myself universally agreeable.

It is my nature to." "Ha!" she snorted.
"Don't you find me rather agreeable ?" I asked.
"Oily," said Miss Oman.

And then, with a sour smile at the open note-books, she remarked: "You've got some work to do now; quite a change for you." "A delightful change, Miss Oman.