"
"Glad to hear good news of her. She writes me occasionally. Remember me
to her when you see her."
"Then you don't think you'll go below with me?" ("Going below" was local
parlance for going to San Francisco.)
"No. I'd feel like a fish out of water in that big city. I'll be
comfortable at the Sherwood's. I'll have to depend upon you to send me
some money occasionally."
"Hintzen writes me that he has your will locked up in his safe. I
suppose you have given him a list of your property?"
"He has written me asking for a list; but I'm not going to give him
any." If the old man had not trusted Francis so implicitly he might have
noticed an expression of relief light up that gentleman's dark eyes.
"So I handle your funds, and Hintzen holds your will," smiled Francis.
"Do you think that is fair to either of us?"
"Oh, as for the will, I've kept a copy, which you may as well look at."
And he fetched the document.
Francis read it over very carefully; and then looked up with an
expression of undisguised satisfaction.
"I'm glad you put it that way," he said. "You leave it to us to act in
accordance with our best judgment, whether it takes one year or twenty
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