Mr. Beedle gave Sir Harry a grateful look.
“Yes; that’s all we shall ever know, miss,” he said, “unless you know this writing.”
On a dirty piece of paper inside the cup were printed the words, “From a friend.”
Leslie shook her head and laughed.
“What are you going to do with it now?” she said.
“Give it a good polish, miss, and lock it in the safe,” said Mr. Beedle. “It’ll be a nice surprise for any of our directors that come here.”
Sir Harry and Leslie again congratulated Mr. Beedle and shook his hand warmly.
“Oh! Mr. Beedle,” said Leslie, “have I time to get the train back to Lambton?”
Mr. Beedle looked at his watch and went to the door.
“Doris!” he called.
Doris Phipps appeared.
“Run down, Doris, and see if the local’s in, and tell Sid Pollett I said to hold her. Miss Waring’s
