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'It would be useless to cable again?'
'Quite. If that message does not reach him, none will.'
As he was speaking, a boy entered the room with a telegram in his hand.
Its contents were short and to the point:
'Cablegram received.
'KENYON.'
'Well, that's all right,' said Wentworth; 'now I shall cable that we have
the money, and advise him to identify himself at the bank, so that there
can be no formalities about the drawing of it, to detain him.'
Saying this, Wentworth pulled the telegraph-forms towards him, and, after
considerable labour, managed to concoct a satisfactory despatch.
'Don't spare money on it,' urged his visitor; 'be sure and make it
plain to him.'
'I think that will do, don't you?'
'Yes,' she answered, after reading the despatch; 'that will do.'
'Now,' she said, 'here is the cheque. Shall I wait here while you do all
that is necessary to cable the money, or had I better go, and return
again to see if everything is all right?'
'If you don't mind, just sit where you are. You may lock this door, if
you like, and you will not be disturbed.'
It was an hour before Wentworth returned, but his face was radiant.
'We have done everything we can,' he said, 'the money is at his order
there, if the cablegram gets over before twelve o'clock to-morrow, as of
course it will.'
'Very well, then, good-bye,' said the girl with a smile, holding out her
hand.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
If any man more miserable and dejected than John Kenyon existed in the
broad dominion of Canada, he was indeed a person to be pitied.
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