Part 39 (2/2)
”He came to my house. I put up with him, which I think describes it best, though I fail to see much reason for doing so any longer. But what are you going to do about the lode?”
”Go back and investigate it thoroughly. We'll wait until the spring.”
”Then you mean to proceed with your scheme? I see trouble, but I mustn't discourage you. Now I guess the situation warrants some candor. Has it struck you that Mappin is working hand in hand with your brother-in-law?”
”I'm afraid it's true.” Andrew's face was grave. ”You can see how it complicates things.”
”But you mean to go on?”
”I must,” said Andrew simply.
Frobisher leaned forward and touched his arm.
”You have grit, Allinson. It will be a tough fight, but I feel that you'll make good.”
He changed the subject abruptly, and they talked of other matters until they went back to the drawing-room. Some time afterward there was a knock at the door, and Geraldine, opening it, held out a telegram to Andrew.
”It's from the a.s.sayer; I left word at the settlement for the message to be sent on,” he explained. ”You will excuse my opening it?”
”Of course,” said Geraldine. ”May it bring you good news!”
Andrew tore open the envelope, and there was an exultant tone in his voice as he read out:
”_Specimens unpromising._”
Frobisher and Geraldine looked puzzled.
”But you seem satisfied,” the girl said.
”I am. I asked the man to let me have his general opinion as soon as he could; he's to send a regular a.n.a.lysis later. He has been quick, but perhaps he has some rough preliminary test.”
”But he tells you they're unpromising!”
”I'm beginning to think Mr. Allinson is a bit of a genius,” Frobisher observed. ”No doubt he'll explain his mysterious proceedings.”
”I gave the man a three-word code, reversing the meaning, and his answer puts the quality of the ore, so to speak, in the comparative degree. It shows that we have struck the edge of the lode, and careful prospecting should give us better results.”
He broke off, standing still, the message in his hand and a look of marked relief in his face, and Frobisher turned to his daughter.
”It was a maxim of Napoleon's that one should use every means of misleading the enemy, and Mr. Allinson seems to know that telegrams are handled rather casually in these small places. A mineral claim doesn't belong to its discoverer until it's duly staked off and recorded; and if all the formalities are not complied with it can be jumped.”
He was called away a few minutes later, and Andrew took his place by the hearth with Geraldine sitting opposite him.
”I'm very glad you got such good news,” she said, with a curious softness in her voice.
”Thank you. It was you who brought it to me; but that wasn't all you did. I came here dejected, and now I'm cheerful again.”
”But that isn't surprising, after the message.”
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