The man paced a little and appeared to be in contemplation as he continued to walk about the room. Luckily no one was watching Whitney at present because it would appear to most that he was talking to himself. Finally he spoke again, “Well let me see…” He did actually pull out a pipe. “The thing is its very difficult for me to leave here. Now I have a suspicion that  my granddaughter travels with your friends, and I am worried about her…have been ever since she got with a certain low life.” He seemed rather distressed, at the thought of it. “Her name is Emily, Emily Mathews, at least that’s her maiden name…Would you mind looking out for her if she is with them…” He blew some smoke from his pipe, and the aroma of the smoke grew stronger. "Theres some things too I want her to have...a law company has them, but if she does not claim them soon I am not sure what will happen to them, but I certainly dont want that bastard to get his grubby little mits on them."