"My father!" Helen's eyes were hard and dry. "Does he know that
I am here?"
"I don't know; Sylvester simply said he had called to see me and
is waiting in the outer office." Observing her indecision, Kent
opened the door leading directly into the corridor. "You can leave
this way without encountering Colonel McIntyre."
Helen hurried through the door and paused in the corridor to whisper
feverishly in Kent's ear, "Promise me you will remain faithful to
Barbara whatever develops."
"I will!" Kent's pledge rang out clearly, and Helen with a lighter
heart turned to walk away when a telegraph boy appeared around the
corner of the corridor and thrust a yellow envelope at Kent, who
stood half inside his office watching Helen.
"Sign here," the boy said, indicating the line on the receipt slip,
and getting it back, departed.
Motioning to Helen to wait, Kent tore open the telegram. It was
from Cleveland and dated the night before. The message ran:
Called to Cleveland. Address City Club. Rochester.
Without comment Kent held out the telegram so that Helen could
read it.
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