CHAPTER XXII
HERR LEUTNANT GRAVES
After Baron Horst von Götz-Wrede had left Tom found Vyvyan's check where Krauss had dropped it. He had not missed it before. He picked it up and, deciding that he would not need it now his immediate future was assured, was about to tear it up when there was a ring at the front door bell.
He had sent the valet out to get him some cigarettes, and so he went to the door himself to admit a telegraph messenger.
He tipped him and opened the crinkly, manila envelope.
"Gosh," he said, "it's raining cables to-day!"
He read. Then he gave a low whistle.
"Bully, Alec! Bully for you!"
He paused and looked at Lord Vyvyan's check.
"Damned lucky I didn't tear you up, you little rosy-cheeked beauty. You'll come in mighty handy!"
For in a lengthy missive, regardless of expense, lawyer Wynn had cabled that through a sudden change there was now a first-rate chance for Tom to win the Yankee Doodle Glory case, but that he must remit at once a stiff sum of money, say five thousand dollars. Wynn added that he would have asked Martin Wedekind for the amount, but the latter was out of town. And he himself was strapped.
Se Tom decided that he would use five thousand dollars of Lord Vyvyan's check, give him back the
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