Word for word he wrote out the translation of the cablegram, and then studied it intently.

“That’s it,” he said, at last. Then he got to his feet. “I guess I’ve had enough breakfast,” he declared. He looked at his watch, touched the call bell, and when the maid appeared said:

“Tell Jarvis to bring the buggy around right away.”

“But, dear, what is it?” repeated Laura. “You said you would tell me. You see,” she cried, “it’s just as I said. You’ve forgotten my very existence. When it’s a question of wheat I count for nothing. And just now, when you read the despatch to yourself, you were all different; such a look came into your face, so cruelly eager, and triumphant and keen.”

“You’d be eager, too,” he exclaimed, “if you understood. Look; read it for yourself.”

He thrust the cable into her hands. Over each code word he had written its translation, and his wife read: