"No, sir; please stay. You were my father's friend too, and the Mole-----"
Mr. Ting noted the look that was exchanged between the two--a look in which spoke affection and perfect confidence.
"No one else knows of this," he said. "I only made plovision for the devolution of the tlust if I should die; I ventured to tlansfer it to you, Mr. Bullows."
"I appreciate your confidence, Mr. Ting," said Mr. Burroughs warmly.
"But I have made up my mind that it is the ploper time to tlansfer the money to Pidge himself. He has been here more than a year; he has a good head fo' business, evely one says so; and I think his father would applove my action. A little while--may I say it?"--Errington answered with a glance--"a little while I was aflaid that I might still have to hold the money, and pay only the intelest; but I think--I am light, am I not?----"
"I promised Ted," murmured Errington.
Mr. Ting's spectacles seemed to gleam with satisfaction and benevolence. He took from his pocket a large envelope which he handed to Errington.
"There is your father's tlust-deed," he said. "It is flom this day cancelled. There is also sclip, value nearly twenty thousand pounds. The best of blessings is a good son."
He took off his spectacles and carefully replaced them in their case. The silence was broken by Mr. Burroughs.
"I congratulate you with all my heart," he said, reaching out his hand to Errington.