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another warned him she became seriously alarmed. "Monty Brewster, this
pace is positively dangerous."

"Perhaps it is," he responded, "but if they haven't sense enough to
keep out of the way they shouldn't kick if they get run over."

"I don't mean the people or the automobiles or traps or trees or
monuments, Monty; I mean you and me. I know we'll either be killed or
arrested."

"This isn't anything to the gait I'll be going if everything turns out
as I expect. Don't be worried, Babs. Besides it's one now. Lord, I
didn't dream it was so late."

"Is your appointment so important?" she asked, hanging on.

"Well, I should say it is, and--look out--you blooming idiot! Do you
want to get killed?" The last remark was hurled back at an indignant
pedestrian who had escaped destruction by the merest chance.

"Here we are," he said, as they drew up beside the entrance to the
Elevated. "Thanks awfully,--you're a corker,--sorry to leave you this
way. I'll tell you all about it later. You're a dear to help me keep my
appointment."

"Seems to me you helped yourself," she cried after him as he darted up
the steps. "Come up for tea some day and tell me who the lady is."

After he had gone Miss Drew turned to her chauffeur, who was in the
tonneau. Then she laughed unrestrainedly, and the faintest shadow of a
grin stole over the man's face.

"Beg pardon, Miss," he said, "but I'd back Mr. Brewster against
Fournier any day."

Only half an hour late, Brewster entered the office of Messrs. Grant &
Ripley, flushed, eager, and unconscious of the big splotch of mud that
decorated his cheek.

"Awfully sorry to have kept you waiting," he apologized.

"Sherlock Holmes would say that you had been driving, Mr. Brewster,"
said Mr. Ripley, shaking the young man's hand.

"He would miss it, Mr. Ripley. I've been flying. What have you heard
from Montana?" He could no longer check the impatient question, which
came out so suddenly that the attorneys laughed irresistibly, Brewster
Joining them an instant later. They laid before him a half dozen
telegrams, responses from bankers, lawyers, and mine-operators in
Montana. These messages established beyond doubt the extent of James T.
Sedgwick's wealth; it was reported to be even greater than shown by the
actual figures.

"And what does Mr. Jones say?" demanded Montgomery.

"His reply resembles a press dispatch. He has tried to make himself
thoroughly clear, and if there is anything left