"
"But if anything should happen to me?"
"Well, I'd leave a letter with my bank, not to be opened for three years,
or unless you died, and it would say that the will existed, where it was,
and what its terms were."
"That sounds all right," but there was a cloud on Tarboe's face.
"It's a great business," said Grier, seeing Tarboe's doubt. "It's the
biggest thing a man can do--and I'm breaking up."
The old man had said the right thing--"It's a great business!" It was the
greatness of the thing that had absorbed Tarboe. It was the bigness made
him feel life could be worth living, if the huge machinery were always in
his fingers. Yet he had never expected it, and life was a problem. Who
could tell? Perhaps--perhaps, the business would always be his in spite
of the second will! Perhaps, he would have his chance to make good. He
got to his feet; he held out his hand.
"I'll do it."
"Ain't it worth any thanks?"
"Not between us," declared Tarboe.
"When are you going to do it?"
"To-night--now." He drew out some paper and sat down with a pen in his
hand.
"Now," John Grier repeated.
CHAPTER IX
THE PUZZLE
On his way home, with Luzanne's disturbing letter in his pocket, Carnac
met Junia.
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