'
'Then you have heard from Canada?' said the young lady.
'Yes; a short message, but to the point.' He handed her the cablegram,
and she read:
'Mine purchased; shall take charge temporarily.'
'Then, the money got there in time,' she said, handing him back the
telegraphic message.
'Oh yes,' said George, with the easy confidence of a man who doesn't at
all know what he is talking about. 'We had plenty of time; I knew it
would get there all right.'
'I am glad of that; I was afraid perhaps we might have sent it too late.
One can never tell what delays or formalities there may be.'
'Evidently there was no trouble. And now, Miss Longworth, what are your
commands? Am I to be your agent here, in Great Britain?'
'Have you written to Mr. Kenyon?'
'Yes, I wrote to him just after I sent the cable message.'
'Of course you didn't----'
'No, I didn't say a word that would lead him to suspect who was the
mistress of the mine. In my zeal I even went so far as to give you a
name. You are hereafter to be known in the correspondence as Mr. Smith,
the owner of the mine.'
Miss Longworth laughed.
'And--oh, by the way,' cried Wentworth, 'here is a barrel belonging to
you.'
'A barrel!' she said, and, looking in the direction to which he pointed,
she saw in the corner of the room a barrel with the head taken away. 'If
it is my property,' continued the young woman, 'who has taken the liberty
of opening it?'
'Oh, I did that as your agent.
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