I don't like Fenn any more than you do, nor do I trust him, but I can't see, in this instance, that he has anything to gain by not running straight.

Besides, he can't have faked the terms, and that's the only document that counts.

And so good night and to bed," he added, pausing at the street corner, where they parted.
There was something curiously different about the demeanour of Julian's trusted servant, as he took his master's coat and hat.

Even Julian, engrossed as he was in the happenings of the evening, could scarcely fail to notice it.
"You seem out of sorts to-night, Robert!" he remarked.
The latter, whose manners were usually suave and excellent, answered almost harshly.
"I have enough to make me so, sir--more than enough.

I wish to give a week's notice." "Been drinking, Robert ?" his master enquired.
The man smiled mirthlessly.
"I am quite sober, sir," he answered, "but I should be glad to go at once.