d to be riding into the nearest town on an errand, had
promised to bring one back with him. He might appear at any moment now.
The sight of his hostess drove all thoughts of sport out of his mind.
She was looking terribly troubled.
It flashed across Roland that both his host and hostess had been
unusually silent at dinner the night before; and later, passing Mr.
Windlebird's room on his way to bed, he had heard their voices, low and
agitated. Could they have had some bad news?
"Mr. Bleke, I want to speak to you."
Roland moved like a sympathetic cow, and waited to hear more.
"You were not up when my husband left for the city this morning, or he
would have told you himself. Mr. Bleke, I hardly know how to break it to
you."
"Break it to me!"
"My husband advised you to put a very large sum of money in a mine
called Wildcat Reefs."
"Yes. Thirty thousand pounds."
"As much as that! Oh, Mr. Bleke!"
She began to cry softly. She pressed his hand. Roland gaped at her.
"Mr. Bleke, there has been a terrible slump in Wildcat Reefs. To-day,
they may be absolutely worthless."
Roland felt as if a cold hand had been laid on his spine.
"Wor-worthless!" he stammered.
Mrs. Windlebird looked at him with moist eyes.
"You can imagine how my husband feels about this. It was on his advice
that you invested your money. He holds himself directly responsible. He
is in a terrible state of mind. He is frantic. He has grown so fond of
you, Mr. Bleke, that he can hardly face the thought that he has been the
innocent instrument of your trouble."
* * * * *
Roland felt that it was an admirable comparison. His sensations were
precisely those of a leading actor in an earthquake. The solid earth
seemed to melt under him.
"We talked it over last night after you had gone to bed, and we came to
the conclusion that there was only one honorable step to take. We must
make good your losses. We must buy back those shares."
A ray of hope began to steal over Roland's horizon.
"But----" he began.
"There are no buts, really, Mr. Bleke. We should neither of us know a
minute's peace if we didn't do it. Now, you paid thirty thousand pounds
for the shares, you said? Well"--she held out a pink slip of paper to
him--"this will make everything all right."
Roland looked at the check.
"But--but this is signed by you," he said.
"Yes. You see, if Geoffrey had to sign a check for that amount, it w
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