"The papers ought to know." "Oh yes, they ought to know, but in nine cases out of ten they _don't_ know," declared Owlett.

"And if you contradict their lies, they're so savage at being put in the wrong that they'll blazon the lies all the more rather than confess them.

That will do, Prindle! You can go." Prindle, aware that his employer was not a man to be argued with, at once retired, and Owlett, folding up the Will, handed it to Helmsley.
"That's all right," he said, "I suppose you want to take it with you?
You can leave it with us if you like." "Thank you, but I'd rather have it about me," Helmsley answered.

"You see I'm old and not very strong, and I might die at any time.

I'd like to keep my Will on my own person." "Well, take care of it, that's all," said the solicitor, smiling at what he thought his client's rustic _naivete_.