"No!" roared Wilkinson. "Hang it all, I'm going to give you two...."
"That's better," assented Leech, sinking back into his seat. "But when?"
"Leslie's got to sign."
"Can you close this to-day?"
"As soon as I can get her. Come on—she's probably upstairs."
Wilkinson and Leech left the room, and Leslie, her face flushed with the knowledge of what she had heard, crept from the room and through the hall back to the postern stair. There, in an empty room she crouched down until she heard them coming down again, then made a dash for her boudoir and locked herself in. After a while a servant rapped on her door and informed her that he had been looking all over for her.
"Who wants me?" she inquired.
"Your father, Miss, and Mr. Leech," he told her.
"Tell my father to come up," said Leslie.
Presently her father, with a document in his hand, entered the room, and smilingly announced: