"We have got to fix up something soon," he said. "I have booked all
the St. Louis can turn out for six months ahead, and the syndicate is
ready to take the business over, though I don't quite know whether it
would be wise to let them. It seems to me that milling is going to pay
tolerably well for another year, and if I knew what you were wanting,
it would suit me better."
"I told you I wanted thirty thousand dollars," said Winston quietly.
"You've got them," said Graham. "When the next balance comes out
you'll have a good many more. The question is, what you're going to do
with them now they're yours?"
Winston took out a letter from Dane and passed it across to Graham.
"I'm sorry to tell you the Colonel is getting no better," it ran. "The
specialist we brought in seems to think he will never be quite himself
again, and, now he has let the reins go, things are falling to pieces
at Silverdale. Somebody left Atterly a pile of money, and he is going
back to the old country. Carshalton is going too, and, as they can't
sell out to any one we don't approve of, the rest insisted on me seeing
you. I purpose starting to-morrow."
"What happened to Colonel Barrington?" asked Graham.
"His sleigh turned over," said Winston, "Horse trampled on him, and it
was an hour or two before his hired man could get him under shelter!"
"You would be content to turn farmer again?"
"I think I would," said Winston, "At least, at Silverdale.
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