Publisher's Synopsis
IT was to Wilson, his valet, with whom he frequently chatted in airy fashion before rising of a morning, that Rollo Finch first disclosed his great idea. Wilson was a man of silent habit, and men of silent habit rarely escaped Rollo's confidences. 'Wilson, ' he said one morning from the recesses of his bed, as the valet entered with his shaving-water, 'have you ever been in love?' 'Yes, sir, ' said the valet, unperturbed. One would hardly have expected the answer to be in the affirmative. Like most valets and all chauffeurs, Wilson gave the impression of being above the softer emotions. 'What happened?' inquired Rollo. 'It came to nothing, sir, ' said Wilson, beginning to strop the razor with no appearance of conce
