Cavendish heaved a sigh of relief; now he was free, absolutely free, to do as he chose.

His disappearance would mean nothing to his small circle of casual friends, and when he was settled elsewhere he could notify the only two men who were concerned with his whereabouts--his valet, Valois, and the agent handling the estate.

He thought of beginning a letter to John, but hesitated, and when Enright returned he found him with pen in hand.
"A trifling task," the attorney smiled easily.

"All ready for your signature, too.

You sign there, the second line.