“That’s good. I think you’ll learn to be quite expert in time. I want you to do a little errand for me on your way home,” he added, and Tom saw that he had a bundle of papers in his hand. “Do you know where Dr. Spidderkins lives?”
“Why, yes,” replied Tom, wondering what was coming.
“That’s good. Then you’re acquainted in the Back Bay section?”
“Not very well, but I carried books to the doctor’s house several times, when I worked for Mr. Townsend.”
“Oh, yes, I had forgotten about that. Well, I wish you would take these papers to him, and tell him that I have attended to all his requests. The land matters are all in good shape now, and the estate books are all balanced. Can you remember that, or shall I write a note?”
“Oh, I can remember it. Are you his lawyers?”
“Yes; we do considerable business for him.”
“A chum of mine—Charley Grove, whom Dr. Spidderkins used to attend—says the doctor is quite rich,” went on Tom, thinking this a good chance to get some more information.
“Yes; he is quite wealthy,” said Mr. Boise. “His estate is a large one. Most of it came to him through his father, and his brother left him some when he died. That, together with the doctor’s own property, makes him very well-to-do. But he is so forgetful that we have to make memoranda of everything for him.”
“I’ve had some experience with his short memory,” remarked Tom, smiling at the recollection.