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was too dazed to do anything. So far as his reeling brain was capable of mathematical calculation he figured that he was now worth about two hundred thousand pounds. It was an awesome thought.
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Down the corridor Mrs. Windleband ran into her husband—just returned from the City. He looked at her, inquiringly. She shook her head.
"No go!" was all she said.
But Dermot said a great deal more than that.
[The most original and surprising use which Roland Bleke makes of his sudden acquisition of wealth will be told in the June number.]
