"It is
the arrangement I made with him, and to which I propose to adhere. You
understand what I want you to do?"
"Perfectly," Aynesworth answered; "I still think, however, that much
the wiser course would be to send an expert to the mine first."
"Indeed!" Wingrave remarked politely. "That is all, I think. I shall
expect to see you at luncheon time. If you are asked questions as to
why you are dealing in these shares to such an extent, you can say
that the friend for whom you are acting desires to boom copper, and is
going on the low price of the metal at the moment. They will think you
a fool, and perhaps may not trouble to conceal their opinion after
they have finished the business. You must endeavor to support the
character. I have no doubt but that you will be successful."
Aynesworth moved towards the door.
Once more Wingrave called him back. He was leaning a little forward
across the table. His face was very set and cold.
"There is a question which I wish to ask you, Aynesworth," he said.
"It concerns another matter altogether. Do you know who sent the
Marconigram to Dr. Travers, which brought him to New York to meet his
wife?"
"I do not," Aynesworth answered.
"It was sent by someone on board the ship," Wingrave continued. "You
have no suspicion as to whom it could have been?"
"None!" Aynesworth answered firmly. "At the same time, I do not mind
telling you this. If I had thought of it, I would have sent it
myself.
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