This was soon written, and by the time he had read it through it was dry, and did not require to be blotted.

He placed it in a plain envelope, directed it, and with it in his hand left the room, and went briskly downstairs.
Martin was standing in the hall.
"I want this given to Mrs.Assheton when she comes in, Martin," he said.
He looked round, as he had done once before when speaking to the boy.
"I left it at the door," he said with quiet emphasis.

"Can you remember that?
I left it.

And I hope, Martin, that you have made a fresh start, and that I need never be obliged to tell anybody what I know about you.
You will remember my instructions?
I left this at the door.

Thank you.
My hat?
Yes, and my stick." Mr.Taynton went straight back to his office, and though this morning there had seemed to him to be a good deal of work to be got through, he found that much of it could be delegated to his clerks.