Suddenly, to his relief, there came a sharp tap at the door, and an office boy looked in.
"Mr.Helmsley's man, sir," he announced.

"Wants to see you personally." Sir Francis got up from his chair with alacrity.
"All right! Show him in." The boy retired, and presently reappearing, ushered in a staid-looking personage in black who, saluting Sir Francis respectfully, handed him a letter marked "Confidential." "Nice day, Benson," remarked the lawyer cheerfully, as he took the missive.

"Is your master quite well ?" "Perfectly well, Sir Francis, thank you," replied Benson.

"Leastways he was when I saw him off just now." "Oh! He's gone then ?" "Yes, Sir Francis.

He's gone." Sir Francis broke the seal of the letter,--then bethinking himself of "Whereas the said" and "Witnesseth the so-and-so," turned to his worn and jaded clerk.
"That will do for the present," he said.