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his business.  He seldom discussed it with me.

More to amuse me, I believe, than to make me feel I had a part in that side of his life, he once asked me for suggestions in provisioning his company's ship when it was about to sail for Point Barrow, Alaska, to bring back furs that had been purchased there.  Why I thought of stocking up with Worcestershire sauce I don't remember.  In fact, I was so inexperienced that I must have thought it was used in the same quantities as tomato sauce.  Anyway, I ordered a dozen cases of Worcestershire sent to the ship.  Presently a telegram came.  It read:

"Dear Madam:  Your order for a dozen cases of Worcestershire sauce has just been received.  This will make you the largest holder of Worcestershire sauce west of the Rockies.  Leon."

Leon, essentially, was a loner.  He shied away from social life, much preferring to spend his evenings reading in his beautiful library.  He would settle down