"He—means?" she said.
Ted glanced at her, and away again.
"It may mean nothing—of course, you can't always tell—"
"No, no! We know that," Denis broke in impatiently. "What made your father say it?"
"He's out there, you know—South Africa. He's got no end of a head. And he's a shareholder. I asked him about them in a letter some time ago. He wrote last week saying he believed they weren't as bad as he'd thought, but he couldn't be sure yet—"
"That was the night our Australian letters had come," Nell said.
He nodded.
"Just now I got a cablegram—saying, 'Hold on, don't sell.'"
He paused.
"He may be making a mistake," he said slowly. "The shares may not go up—don't reckon on it—" He stopped.