w I wonder if it would do him any good if he were allowed to see
his letters."

"It might."

"All right. Let him have them when he wakes. May do him good, and
nothing can do him more harm than brooding over an idea. Good-bye."

I lay with my eyes closed for some time after Pentridge had gone out,
thinking over the irony of the situation; for I called to mind our
conversation in the garden, and how the position was now exactly that
which I had laughingly conjured up. Then I pretended to wake.

"Would you like to see your letters, Kenrick? The doctor says you may
now."

I yawned.

"Very kind of him. I don't suppose they're worth the trouble. If
there's anything of importance in them it's sure to be bad news or
worse. Well, let's have them, Beryl."

There were three, somewhat old as to date. Two were of no importance;
but the third! As I glanced dizzily through it, my head swam and the
blood rushed to my face, for I was still weak. I dropped back on the
pillows.

"Read it, Beryl," I gasped. "Read it for me--for I can't see. Read
every word, date and all."

She glanced at me anxiously. Then, rightly judging that it would be
better to comply than keep me in a state of agonising suspense, she read
it.

Then I, drinking in every word, was hardly able to believe my ears, for
the letter was from my agents and expressive of great regret for any
inconvenience and anxiety to which their former communication might have
put me. They could not conceive how such a mistake could have occurred,
but the fact was the funds by some error had not been paid in to the
defaulting firm, though only just in time had this course been avoided.
Consequently they themselves now held the sum in question awaiting my
disposal, and begged to remain, etc., etc.

My little all was saved!

"Read it again, Beryl. Read it again. And be particular as to dates."

She obeyed, and even while she did so her hand dropped upon mine as it
lay on the counterpane.

"Oh, Kenrick, I am so glad. I can't tell you how glad I am. Only,
remember, my instinct was a true one. Did I not tell you how everything
would come right?"

"Yes. But it hasn't. I mean not for me."

"How? Instead of being ruined, as you thought, you are just where you
were before. Isn't that coming right?"

"No. I want a great deal more than that. I want--you."

I was looking her straight in the face. A flush came into it, and there
was the sweetest, tende