"Four years ago I staked out a miner who came to me with tales of the Mexican silver mines. I supplied him on condition to have two thirds of his findings. He is not the first I've done that for. He wrote me a week ago that he was returning successful. To-day I saw him and, Sheila, not only has he discovered a mine that promises everything, but he brings me the chance to buy up one which they think is worked out, but which really is filled with millions. There is in this business," he said, nodding wisely, "something queer, a bit of treachery; but let the owners look to themselves. The more fools they to be deceived! I shall go to-morrow and investigate both with an expert, on the quiet. Now, in order that I can close as soon as I am sure, I have brought these papers to you to sign."
She received the papers without a glance, saying breathlessly:
"And you really believe there is a chance?"
She leaned over and took his hands, saying with tears in her eyes:
"There, there, read over the papers," he said nervously, withdrawing his hands. "If everything goes well I shall sell some of my restaurants and cinch the bargain. The papers are a formality--your consent to the sales in case they are made. Of course," he added with a shrug, "if nothing turns up I shan't sell."
"Oh, don't speak of such a thing!" she said with a superstitious shiver. "Where shall I sign?"
"There and there," he said, imposing his finger and hiding his eyes. "To-morrow we'll go before a notary and you can acknowledge your signature."
"And why that?" she said, signing carelessly.
"To show, my dear, that your signature is given willingly and not by compulsion."
She lifted her head and met his glance. The two burst into laughter.
The next morning the deeds were duly executed at the Union Bank, where Sheila was identified. After lunch she insisted on packing everything herself. She arranged his tie, smoothed his coat, studying him with an affection as sincere and deep as her hunger for the vision of wealth he had so marvelously held out to her.
"Now remember," he said sternly, "if anyone asks, say I'm off on business."
"You might say, if necessary, that it was to look up some oyster beds."
"Good-by, then," he blurted out, reaching out his hand.