Mr.Weatherley shrugged his shoulders.
"Well," he concluded, "you must look after yourself, only remember what I have said.

By the bye, Chetwode, I am going to repose a certain amount of confidence in you." Arnold looked up from his desk.
"I think you may safely do so, sir," he declared.
Mr.Weatherley slowly opened a drawer at his right hand and produced two letters.

He carefully folded up the sheet upon which he had been writing, and also addressed that.
"I cannot enter into explanations with you about this matter, Chetwode," he said, "but I require your promise that what I say to you now is not mentioned in the warehouse or to any one until the time comes which I am about to indicate.

You are my confidential secretary and I have a right, I suppose, to demand your silence." "Certainly, sir," Arnold assured him.
"There is just a possibility," Mr.Weatherley declared, speaking thoughtfully and looking out of the window, "that I may be compelled to take a sudden and quite unexpected journey.

If this be so, I should have to leave without a word to any one--to any one, you understand." Arnold was puzzled, but he murmured a word of assent.
"In case this should happen," Mr.Weatherley went on, "and I have not time to communicate with any of you, I am leaving in your possession these two letters.