She has never alluded to her wealth at all, with the exception
of saying that her father was a millionaire. So if the young woman you
speak of has been talking of her wealth at all, she has done more than
the American girl.'
'She said nothing to indicate she was wealthy. I merely conjectured it
when I discovered she looked upon fifty thousand pounds as a triviality.'
'Well, the fault is easily remedied. We may raise the price of the mine
to one hundred thousand pounds if we can get people to invest. Perhaps
the young lady's father might care to go in for it at that figure.'
'Oh, by the way, Wentworth,' said Kenyon, 'I forgot to tell you, Miss
Longworth's father is one of the London Syndicate.'
'By Jove! are you sure of that? How do you know? You weren't talking of
our mission out there, were you?'
'Certainly not,' replied Kenyon, flushing. 'You don't think I would speak
of that to a stranger, do you? nor of anything concerned with our
reports.'
Wentworth proceeded with his dressing, a guilty feeling rising in his
heart.
'I want to ask you a question about that.'
'About what?' said Wentworth shortly.
'About those mines. Miss Longworth's father being a member of the London
Syndicate, suppose he asks what our views in relation to the matter are:
would we be justified in telling him anything?'
'He won't ask me as I don't know him; he may ask you, and if he does,
then you will have to decide the question for yourself.
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