Will be with you in ten days.

Let nothing prevent our meeting in New York.

Will act instantly in your matter.
Have had private news.

They were secretly married a month ago at Tacoma.

Be on your guard!" Seizing his hat, Randall Clayton hurried away to the nearest telegraph office, where he felt safe from Robert Wade's spies.
"Thank God for Irma's wit," he said, in his heart, as he sent the veiled words which would bring her to that quiet hotel on Staten Island, where, among Richmond's leafy bowers, they now defied all possible detection.