Albert Potter, whose opinion no one had
asked, was quite certain that they must wait. Mrs. Coppin, between
sobs, moaned that it would be best to wait. Frank and Percy, morosely
devouring bread and jam, said they supposed they would have to wait.
And, to end a painful scene, Roland drifted silently from the room, and
went up-stairs to his own quarters.
There was a telegram on the mantel.
"Some fellows," he soliloquized happily, as he opened it, "wouldn't
have been able to manage a little thing like that. They would have
given themselves away. They would----"
The contents of the telegram demanded his attention.
For some time they conveyed nothing to him. The thing might have been
written in Hindustani.
It would have been quite appropriate if it had been, for it was from
the promoters of the Calcutta Sweep, and it informed him that, as the
holder of ticket number 108,694, he had drawn Gelatine, and in
recognition of this fact a check for five hundred pounds would be
forwarded to him in due course.
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Roland's first feeling was one of pure bewilderment.
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