"Immediately, Miss Thurwell. You may rely upon that. Good-morning!"
He closed the door after her, and, returning to his seat, scribbled something on a piece of paper. Then he rang the bell.
"Is Morrison about?" he asked the boy.
"Been in and gone. Round at the Golden Sun, if wanted."
"Take him this slip of paper," ordered Benjamin, "and tell him to keep a keen watch on the person whose name and address are there. Understand?"
The boy nodded, and withdrew. Then Mr. Benjamin looked across at his father.
"Well, guv'nor?" he remarked laconically.
"Benjamin," his fond parent replied with enthusiasm, "you are indeed a jewel of a son."
"I think I am," Benjamin replied modestly. "Come out and have a drink."