"Well, if you must know, sir, I want to know why you can't keep quiet and get quite well, instead of coming muddling here." "Crampton!" "Well, I must speak, sir. I don't want you to be laid up again." "No fear." "But there is fear, sir. You know I can keep things going all right." "Yes, Crampton, and show a better balance than I did." "Well then, sir, why don't you let me go on? I can manage, and I will manage if you'll take a holiday." "Holiday, man? why it has been nothing but one long painful holiday lately, and this does me good. Now bring in the other book." Crampton grunted and went into the outer office to return with the cash-book, which he placed before his employer, and drew back into his old position, watching Van Heldre as he eagerly scanned the pages and marked their contents till, apparently satisfied, he looked up to see that Crampton was smiling down at him. "What now?" "Eh?" "I say what now? Why are you laughing?" "Only smiling, sir." "Well, what have I done that is ridiculous?" "Ridiculous? Why I was smiling because it seemed like the good old times to have you back busy with the books." "Crampton, we often say that my old friend is an eccentric character, but really I think Luke Vine must give place to you." "Dessay," said Crampton sourly. "You go on with these accounts. Look half-way down." Van Heldre did look half-way down, and paused. "Five hundred pounds on the credit side, per the cheque I wrote for Mr Luke Vine--why, what's this?" "Ah! that's what you may well say, sir. Refused to take the money, sir. I'm sure I'm not so eccentric as that." "But you never mentioned it, Crampton?" "Yes, I did, sir, with my pen. There it is in black and white. Better and plainer than sounding words; and besides, you weren't here." "But this is absurd, Crampton." "That's what I told him, sir." "Well, what did he say?" "That I was an old fool, sir." "Tut--tut--tut!" ejaculated Van Heldre; "but he must be paid. I can't let him lose the money." "What I told him, sir. I said we couldn't let him lose the money." "What did he say to that?" "Called me an old fool again much stronger, sir. Most ungentlemanly-- used words, sir, that he must have picked up on the beach." "I hardly like to trouble him directly he is back; but would you mind sending up to Mr Luke Vine, with my compliments, and asking him to come here." "Send at once, sir?" "At once." "Perhaps before I leave the office, sir, I might as well call your attention to a communication received this morning." Van Heldre looked inquiringly at his old clerk. "It's rather curious, sir," he said, handing a letter which he had been keeping back as a sort of _bonne bouche_ for the last piece of business transacted that morning. "Never presented yet?" said Van Heldre, nodding his head slowly. "They must have known I stopped the notes directly," said Crampton with a self-satisfied smile.