The old man went slowly to his desk, wrote out a cheque, and handed it to his daughter. It was for thirty thousand pounds.
CHAPTER XXXV.
Edith Longworth, with that precious bit of paper in her pocket, once more got into her hansom and drove to Wentworth's office. Again she took the only easy-chair in the room. Her face was very serious, and Wentworth, the moment he saw it, said to himself. 'She has failed.'
'Have you telegraphed to Mr. Kenyon?' she asked.
'Yes.'
'Are you sure you made it clear to him what was wanted? Cablegrams are apt to be rather brief.'
'I told him to keep in communication with us. Here is a copy of the cablegram.'
Miss Longworth read it approvingly, but said:
'You have not put in the word "answer."'