you expecting to see?"

He laughed. "Well, your uncle gave me the idea that I should find a
good-for-nothing hack-writer, a dweller in some obscure garret."

"If that is the case, what under the sun did he send you up here for?"

The merriment went out of the old man's face and his eyes became grave.
"Of that anon. Let me proceed with my business and read the will to
you. You will find it rather a remarkable document."

I settled back in my chair in a waiting attitude. To tell the truth, I
was somewhat confused by all this preamble. To his son my uncle left
the bulk of his property, which amounted to more than a million. I was
listless. The head overseer received the munificent sum of $50,000; to
the butler, the housekeeper and the cook he gave $10,000 each. I began
to grow interested. He was very liberal to his servants. Several
other names were read, and my interest assumed the color of anxiety.
When the lawyer stopped to unfold the last flap, I spoke.

"And where in the world do I come in?"

"In the sense you understand, you do not come in."

I stared at him in amazement. "I don't come in?" I repeated vaguely.
"Ah," reaching down for my hat, "then I go out, as it were;" as
brilliant as a London yellow fog. "What the devil does all this mean?"
I started to rise.

"Wait!" he commanded. "'To my nephew, John Winthrop, I bequeath the