"Your pardon, Mr. Craig, but won't you allow me to ring for Dr.
Handyside now?"
"Confound you, Caw, do what you're told!"
"Very good, sir," said Caw sadly, moving off.
"And look here, Caw; if I'm crusty, you know why. And I shan't be bullying you for long. That's all."
Caw bowed his head and went out. On the landing he threw up his hands. "My God!" he said under his breath, "can nothing be done to save him?" For here was a man who loved his master better than himself. One wonders if Caw had ever forgot for an hour in all those twenty years that Christopher Craig had lifted him from the gutter and given him the chance which the world seemed to have denied him.
Shortly afterwards he entered the room with Monsieur Guidet. The two moved slowly, cautiously, for between them they carried a heavy and seemingly fragile object.
"Go ahead," said Christopher, "and let me know when it is finished." He closed his eyes.
Nearly an hour passed before he opened them in response to his servant's voice.
"Monsieur has now finished, sir."
He sat up at once. From a drawer he took a large stout envelope already addressed and sealed with wax.