"Whenever you insert a personal in the NEWS-ARGUS to the effect that the mother lode has given you the cash to meet it." He replaced the note in the cash box, slipped down to his feet from the desk--and then he choked a little.

Wilbur, the tears streaming down his face, unable to speak, was holding out his hands to Jimmie Dale.
"I--er--good-night!" said Jimmie Dale hurriedly--and stepped quickly from the room.
Halfway down the first flight of stairs he paused.

Steps, running after him, sounded along the corridor above; and then Wilbur's voice.
"Don't go--not yet," cried the old man.

"I don't understand.

How did you know--who told you about the note ?" Jimmie Dale did not answer--he went on noiselessly down the stairs.