"Yes, sir."
"I wish to see her very much," said Mr. Checkynshaw, walking away.
What could he want to see Maggie for? was Leo's thought, as he started his team—Tom Casey—up State Street.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE LETTER FROM MARGUERITE.
Mr. Checkynshaw walked down to No. 3 Phillimore Court. It was very plain that he had business there, for it was not his style to visit a poor man who was sick. He was admitted by Maggie, who feared that his coming related to the robbery of his safe, and that Leo might be in some manner implicated in that affair.
"How is your father, miss?" asked the stately gentleman from State Street, as he entered the house.
"He is more comfortable to-day, sir; but I don't know that he is really any better," answered Maggie.
"I am very sorry he is sick. I miss him very much. He has waited upon me at the shop for several years, and I never let any other barber shave me, if I can have him by waiting an hour," added Mr. Checkynshaw, with a degree of condescension which he rarely exhibited. "You are his daughter, I believe."