He was waiting for some one to carry his message.

He told me that my grandfather was to examine these papers, to see that everything was there, and afterwards to burn them." My grandfather seized the papers eagerly.

His hand shook so that he could not open them, and he fumbled for his glasses.
"You have a son now, sir," said Uncle Luke, putting an arm about his shoulder.
They went away to the window to examine the papers, and for some time there was silence in the room.

At last my uncle gathered the lot together and going to the fire placed them on top of it.

They caught; and in a few seconds there was no trace of them.
"How little or how much of this Garret Dawson believed to be true I leave to his Maker," he said, turning about as the last ash went up the chimney.