The Credit Lyonnais had sent it over from Paris. She
seemed a bit puzzled about it. She had telegraphed the Credit
Lyonnais yesterday to send her eighteen thousand dollars. And
she had expected that the French banking house would have
arranged for the payment of the money through its English
correspondent. But its telegram directed her to go to the United
Atlantic Express Company and receive the money.
A few minutes cleared the puzzle. The office of the company is
on the Strand above the Savoy. Mrs. Farmingham went to the
manager and showed him a lot of papers she had in an
official-looking envelope. After a good bit of official pother
the porters carried out a big portmanteau, a sort of heavy
leather traveling case, and put it into the carriage. Mrs.
Farmingham came to Hargrave where he stood by the door.
"Now, what do you think!" she said. "Of all the stupid idiots,
give me a French idiot to be the stupidest; they have actually
sent me eighteen thousand dollars in gold!"
"Well," said Hargrave, "perhaps you asked them to send you
eighteen thousand dollars in gold."
She closed her mouth firmly for a moment and looked him vacantly
in the face.
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