He carried huge insurances, could buy himself royal annuities, and between one of his places in Colorado and a little society (that would do the wife good), say in Washington and the South Carolina islands, a man might forget plans that had come to nothing.

On the other hand-- The click of the typewriter stopped; the girl was looking at the secretary, who had turned white.
He passed Cheyne a telegram repeated from San Francisco: Picked up by fishing schooner _We're Here_ having fallen off boat great times on Banks fishing all well waiting Gloucester Mass care Disko Troop for money or orders wire what shall do and how is Mama Harvey N.
Cheyne.
The father let it fall, laid his head down on the roller-top of the shut desk, and breathed heavily.

The secretary ran for Mrs.Cheyne's doctor who found Cheyne pacing to and fro.
"What--what d' you think of it?
Is it possible?
Is there any meaning to it?
I can't quite make it out," he cried.
"I can," said the doctor.

"I lose seven thousand a year--that's all." He thought of the struggling New York practice he had dropped at Cheyne's imperious bidding, and returned the telegram with a sigh.
"You mean you'd tell her?
'May be a fraud ?" "What's the motive ?" said the doctor, coolly.

"Detection's too certain.
It's the boy sure enough." Enter a French maid, impudently, as an indispensable one who is kept on only by large wages.
"Mrs.Cheyne she say you must come at once.