We have a little office in Canada only has become pretty obvious that we put the wrong man in charge of it a few months ago.

What do you mean?

His name is Charles Kingsley St. Clair.

We've been lost in most of his life and he's a hobbit man.

So?

He doesn't have the least idea out of date with those people when it comes to any problems or adjustments.

In other words, he simply doesn't belong.

Well, he has to do that out of easy enough. Transfer him. Give him a job somewhere up here in New England.

Exactly what we plan to do and close up the office there in Canada.

Okay, then why call on me?

Because of the death of one of the few remaining policyholders down there.

The man named Casper Crump is what all you for Crump has to be paid to $5,000 to a random poor son for it.

Well, what's so tough about that?

St. Clair says that he can't do it.

Why not?

Well, you must know the truth. They've done so much to care the whole idea.

Oh, now listen.

So, Johnny, will you go on out there and take care of this if you're worse than getting yourself a hood?

But on the strength of what little you have told me.

I know, I know, but I'm sure St. Clair will be able to make it all perfectly clear to you.

So, while we're doing this, you're on your way.

Oh, not all of it.

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