"Just so. Still, life is uncertain, and if you should die suddenly your property might go into the wrong hands."
"That's so, squire; but I guess there's no hurry about my will. I wanted to ask your advice."
"Exactly. I am ready to give it for a consideration."
"Oh, you're a sharp one!" said the tramp. "But I'll come to the point. I was walkin' along the street five minutes since, when I saw a folded paper on the sidewalk. I picked it up and I'll show it to you, for I think the party that lost it might be willin' to pay me somethin' for it."
Enoch Perkins took the paper from his strange client. As he unfolded and read it, he looked surprised.
"Where did you pick this up?" he asked, abruptly.
"A little way down the road."
"Near a house with two elm trees in front?"
"Yes," replied Skerrett, eagerly.
"I think I know the party that lost it. I will take charge of it and return it to her."