"That is his account of it," said Andrew darkly.
"Well, well," smiled Mr. Brown, "I think I understand. And now, Mr. Walkingshaw, may I ask if there is anything else you propose to do?"
This time he glanced at Andrew, as if courting information.
"He is altering his will," said the junior partner.
"Ah!" remarked his visitor again.
Mr. Walkingshaw drew himself up.
"That is my own affair," he said, with dignity.
"Quite so—quite so," replied Mr. Brown in that peculiarly soothing voice he had at his command. "We would wish to make no inquiries into that. Only, there's just one thing I'd like to know—you don't mean to let the grass grow under your feet, I take it?"
"No fears," said Heriot. "What I mean to do, I'm going to do at once. By Jingo, I'll be under age in a few years! I've got to do things promptly."