"Laughing when, as you say yourself, the man that she--the cat--wrote
that fiendish letter to is in trouble."
"It was a fiendish letter, was it?" he asked, suddenly sobered again.
"No, no, don't tell me," he added, with a protesting gesture. "I don't
want to hear. I don't want to know. I oughtn't to know. Besides, if she
comes, I don't want to be prejudiced against her. He is troubled, poor
fellow."
"Of course he is. There's the big land deal--his syndicate. He's got a
chance of making a fortune, and he can't do it because--but Jesse Bulrush
told me in confidence, so I can't explain."
"I have an idea, a pretty good idea. Askatoon is small."
"And mean sometimes."
"Tell me what you know. Perhaps I can help him," urged the Young Doctor.
"I have helped more than one good man turn a sharp corner here."
She caught his arm. "You are as good as gold."
"You are--impossible," he replied.
They talked of Crozier's land deal and syndicate as they walked slowly
towards the house. Mrs. Tynan met them at the door, a look of excitement
in her face. "A telegram for you Kitty," she said.
"For me!" exclaimed Kitty eagerly. "It's a year since I had one."
She tore open the yellow envelope. A light shot up in her face. She
thrust the telegram into the Young Doctor's hands.
"She's coming; his wife's coming.
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