Mr. Rubenstein, who, every inch of him, looked the part, went through the routine of Mr. Monaghan, leaving me alone in the waiting room. At last my turn came and I was ushered into the "sanctum." I had put my head only inside the door, when the bluff voice I had learned that day to know shouted merrily: "Hello! George. What do you know? Come on in and sit down." And there was Mr. Horsfal, as large as life, sitting behind a desk with a pile of letters in front of him. I was keenly disappointed and I fear I showed it. Only this,--after all my rising hopes,--the genial Mr. Horsfal wished to chat with me now that he had got his business worries over. "Why!--what's the matter, son? You look crestfallen." "I am, too," I answered. "I was not aware which rooms you occupied and, when I received the telephone message to come here and saw those men waiting, I felt sure I had received an answer to my application for a position I saw in the papers this morning." Mr. Horsfal leaned back in his chair and surveyed me. "Well,--no need to get crestfallen, George. When you had that thought, your thinking apparatus was in perfect working order." My eyes showed surprise. "You don't mean----" "Yes! George." "What?--'wanted,--alert, strong, handy man, to supervise up-coast property. One who can run country store preferred. Must be sober,'" I quoted. "The very same. I've been interviewing men for a week now and I'm sick of it. I got your letter this evening. But all day I have had it in my mind that you were the very man I wanted, sent from the clouds right to me." "But,--but," I exclaimed. "I am afraid I have not the experience a man requires for such a job." K. B. Horsfal thumped his desk. "Lord sakes! man,--don't start running yourself down. Boost,--boost yourself for all you're worth." "Oh, yes! I know," I said. "But this is different. I have become acquainted with you. I cannot sail under false colours. I have no experience. I am a simple baby when it comes to business." He banged his desk again. "George,--I'm the boss of this affair. You must just sit back quiet and listen, while I tell you about it; then you can talk as much as you want. "There's a thousand acres of property that I, or I should say, my daughter Eileen owns some hundred miles up the coast from here. The place is called Golden Crescent Bay. My wife took a fancy to it in the early days, when she came with me on a trip one time I was looking over a timber proposition. I bought it for her for an old song and she grew so fond of the place that she spent three months of every year, as long as she lived, right on that very land. She left it all to Eileen when she died. "As a business man, I should sell it, for its value has gone away up; but, as a husband, as a father and as a sentimentalist, I just can't do it. It would be like desecration.