think.
Well, this letter is from Sam:"

Ritz-Carlton Hotel,
New York.

My dear Jacob,

I cabled you this morning to prepare for good news, so don't
get heart failure when you receive this letter. We've struck
it rich, as I always told you we should. I sold the worse
half of our holdings in Arizona for four million dollars last
week, and Lord knows what we'll get for the rest. I've cabled
you a hundred thousand pounds, to be going on with, to the
Bank of England.

Sorry you've had such a rough time, old chap, but you're on
velvet for the rest of your life. Have a bottle with your
best pal when you get this, and drink my health.

Cheerio!
Sam.

P. S. I should say, roughly speaking, that your share of
the rest of the land will work out at something like five
million dollars. I hope you'll chuck your humdrum life now
and come out into the world of adventure.

"It's a fairy tale!" Mr. Groome gasped.

"Let me see the letter," the accountant implored.

Mr. Bultiwell only breathed hard.

"The other communication," Jacob continued, unfolding a stiff sheet of
paper, "is from the Bank of England, and it is what you might call
short and sweet:"

Dear Sir,

We beg to inform you that we have to-day received a credit
on your behalf, from our New York branch, amounting to one
hundred thousand pounds sterling, which sum we hold at your
disposal.

Faithfully yours,
BANK OF ENGLAND.
p. p. J. Woodridge Smith.

"One hundred thousand pounds! God bless my soul!" Mr. Bultiwell
gasped.

"I shall be at your office, Mr. Pedlar," Jacob announced, folding up
the letters, "at eleven o'clock."

"It is your intention, I presume," the accountant enquired, "to pay
your debts in full?"

"Certainly," Jacob replied. "I thought I had made that clear."

"A very laudable proceeding," Mr. Pedlar murmured approvingly.

The train was beginning to slacken speed. Jacob rose to his feet.

"I am changing carriages here," he remarked. "I am obliged to you all
for putting up with my company for so long."

Mr. Bultiwell cleared his throat. There was noticeable in his tone
some return of his former pomposity.

"Under the present circumstances, Mr. Pratt," he said, "I see no
reason why you should leave us. I sho