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“CAN YOU PLEASE COME DOWN AT ONCE? OWN TERMS. URGENT. JOHNSON, EDITOR MERRITON HERALD.”
BLAKE tossed the wire across to Bathurst.
“Ever heard of the Merriton Herald?” he asked whimsically. “Truly the power of the Press is upon us these days! The man wires as if he were at least a German princeling. I am afraid that I shall be inconsiderate enough to disappoint him. Meanwhile, I would be at peace and read my papers.”
Merriton HeraldBathurst picked up the telegram and glanced at it carelessly. Having mastered its contents, he threw it aside, and continued his breakfast in silence. Blake was reading betwixt spasmodic mouthfuls of toast and marmalade, when suddenly he gave vent to a hurried exclamation of surprise.
“By Jove! That Merriton man seems to have stumbled across something a b
