Mercy Fillmore uttered a cry at this sudden change. "Oh, I wish Doctor Roberts was back!" "Here is Doctor Roberts," said the quiet professional voice, as the physician entered the room and stepped to his patient’s side. "No more business to-night," he continued sharply. "I am afraid there will be no more for many days. I must ask you to retire, Mr. Hampden; the atmosphere is too exciting for Mr. Kendrick." I denied myself the pleasure of interrupting Mr. Baldwin’s conversation, as I went out, and hastened to the Coleman house. Partridge and Nelson had already arrived, and I found them earnestly discussing the situation with Mr. Coleman. They greeted me with condescension, inquired civilly of the condition of Wharton Kendrick, and warmly expressed their indignation against the mob. "Was Kendrick able to sign the check to Nelson?" asked Coleman, coming abruptly to the matter of business. I explained, as diplomatically as I was able, the arrangement my client had made. "Well, then," said Nelson, "it is very easily settled. All you have to do is to indorse the check over to me." And he looked at me with the self-satisfied air of the business man whose word is law to his employees. The calm assumption that I was to be eliminated from the proceedings without so much as saying "by your leave," roused my combative instincts, and it was only by drawing a firm rein on my temper that I was able to reply calmly: "I do not think I am justified by my instructions to take such a step." "What do you propose to do, then?" asked Partridge shortly. The tone in which the question was put added fire to my resentment, and I replied with emphasis: "I shall be guided by the wishes of my client, and where he has not expressed a wish, I shall follow my own judgment." Partridge and Nelson looked at each other. "I think I shall go and see Kendrick," said Partridge. "Mr. Kendrick is in a stupor, and the doctor would not permit him to be seen, even if he could be roused," I replied. "This is very awkward," said Nelson, drumming on the table with his fingers. "Not at all," said Coleman, in calm and tactful voice. "Mr. Hampden has the money that was intrusted to Kendrick. He has Kendrick’s power of attorney. For all practical purposes he is Kendrick. He will sign the checks just as Kendrick would have signed them. Is not that your idea, Mr. Hampden?" "You have stated exactly my understanding of my instructions, Mr. Coleman. I am ready to sign any checks that Mr. Kendrick would sign if he were here." Partridge nodded his assent to this construction of my orders, but Nelson still looked sourly at me. "What checks do you think he would sign?" asked Nelson. "Why, in general, I should say that they would be any that are approved by you three gentlemen." Nelson’s face cleared and he stopped drumming on the table.