He was very anxious that I should bring his papers to you myself--and I promised I would so----" She paused, a little troubled by his silence.

Surely he looked very strangely at her.
"I am sorry," she faltered, nervously--"if I have brought you any bad news;--poor David seemed to have no friends, but perhaps you were a friend to him once and may have a kind recollection of him----" He was still quite silent.

Slowly he broke the seals of the packet, and drawing out a slip of paper which came first to his hand, read what was written upon it.

Then he rose from his chair.
"Kindly wait one moment," he said.

"These--these papers and letters are not for me, but--but for--for another gentleman." He hurried out of the room, taking the packet with him, and Mary remained alone for nearly a quarter of an hour, vaguely perplexed, and wondering how any "other gentleman" could possibly be concerned in the matter.