"Here we have his travelogue for five years back," said Updyke, airily. "It began with a gay party in which he was accused of short changing a fifty dollar bill that he was asked to break. There was a resort to blows, in which Parkins got licked and owned up to his dishonesty. Read his whole record--here it is--take it." Villard did take it, and as he read along his eyes filmed until tears ran down his cheeks and fell upon the page containing the record. Then suddenly he threw it upon Updyke's table in disgust. "Why didn't you inform me?" demanded Villard in tremulous voice. "I'm your client--am I not?" "You are, Mr. Villard, but--I thought I could save him without prejudicing his outlook with you. I got soft hearted--same as you are at this minute; and I got a worse dose, and more of it for my trouble. I tried my utmost to show him that you were the best man in shoe leather, and would forgive anybody, anything, any time. But there is a breaking point that will not stand repair, and Parkins had gone through the crevice. Don't try to save that man, Mr. Villard. He is not worth the tarnish that he will spread upon your good name. Send me his 'walking papers' and I'll see that he gets them. Make it brief--no accusations, giving him a chance to sue you for damages in large amount. He's tricky, and crazy. Get rid of him! Stay rid of him! He is a bad actor!" Updyke was telling the truth, as Villard, having read the report, was now convinced. "What shall I say? What can I say? The report from your files leaves me helpless in defense of my most efficient partner. Surely the report cannot be wrong? I've never had one from you that was the least bit out of line with the facts. What shall I say to him if I conclude to communicate with him?" "Better write me a note, stating that Mr. Parkins has not been about the office with regularity, and that you fear he lacks interest in the affairs of the company. Send me the cash for all you owe him, and a receipt for him to sign, made out in full legal wording to the effect that it is a final settlement--and that his services are no longer needed. If he owns any stock in your concern, and he does, unless he has hocked it, send me a check to cover its full market value, and I will buy it back, and turn it over to you." Villard sighed deeply as he agreed to the plan. "I did so want to save this man, but I've been warned before, from a sacred source, to have done with him forever," said he wearily. "What do you mean by 'sacred source'?" "Oh, I must not go into that!" replied Villard sharply. "I get you--some of that 'Over the River Jordan' stuff. I get you," laughed Updyke. "Just what are you hinting at, Mr. Updyke?" Villard's voice trembled as he spoke.