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He dropped wearily into a chair and told of what he had discovered. "How on earth did they get wind of it?" she asked. Drummond threw out his hands in a gesture proclaiming ignorance and despair. "There's one thing sure," she said thoughtfully. "He saw the paper only yesterday or last night for the first time. Else why did he ride way up there to see Filer? Jerkline Jo, then, has not yet seen it.
If she ain't, she'll please to show cause why. Is she aware that every quarter of a second, at the present instant, is worth about five hundred dollars?" "I know that I know that, Mr. Filer; I will begin in a moment!" Verena went on. "I only want to speak to Mr. Ransom just three words. They are perfectly quiet don't you see how quiet they are? They trust me, they trust me, don't they, father?
"May be they'd ought, but they won't," the policeman remarked. "Gracious me!" panted Mr. Pardon; "I knew from the first Miss Chancellor would make a mess of it! Where's Mr. Filer?" he went on eagerly, addressing himself apparently to either of the others, or to both. "I guess he's at the door, counting the money," said the policeman. "Well, he'll have to give it back if he don't look out!"
The demonstration, however, though considerable, was not what might have been expected, and it died away quickly. Mr. Pardon stood listening, with an expression of some alarm. "Merciful fathers! can't they give her more than that?" he cried. "I'll just fly round and see!" When he had hurried away again, Ransom said to the policeman "Who is Mr. Filer?" "Oh, he's an old friend of mine.
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