"You're a faithful old chap," said Subway Smith, thickly. "Hanged
if I'd do A.D.T. work till three A.M. for anybody."

"I came at ten, Mr. Montgomery, with a message from Mr. Brewster,
wishing you many happy returns of the day, and with a check from
him for one thousand dollars. Here's the check, sir. I'll give my
messages in the order I received them, sir, if you please. At
twelve-thirty o'clock, I came with a message from Dr. Gower, sir,
who had been called in--"

"Called in?" gasped Montgomery, turning white.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Brewster had a sudden heart attack at half-past
eleven, sir. The doctor sent word by me, sir, that he was at the
point of death. My last message--"

"Good Lord!"

"This time I bring a message from Rawles, the butler, asking you
to come to Mr. Brewster's house at once--if you can, sir--I mean,
if you will, sir," Ellis interjected apologetically. Then, with
his gaze directed steadily over the heads of the subdued "Sons,"
he added, impressively:

"Mr. Brewster is dead, sir."