Before their young friend was liberated there came a thump at the door
communicating with the staircase, followed by the apparition of a
dripping youth who poked in his head. Pemberton recognised him as the
bearer of a telegram and recognised the telegram as addressed to himself.
Morgan came back as, after glancing at the signature--that of a relative
in London--he was reading the words: "Found a jolly job for you,
engagement to coach opulent youth on own terms. Come at once." The
answer happily was paid and the messenger waited. Morgan, who had drawn
near, waited too and looked hard at Pemberton; and Pemberton, after a
moment, having met his look, handed him the telegram. It was really by
wise looks--they knew each other so well now--that, while the telegraph-
boy, in his waterproof cape, made a great puddle on the floor, the thing
was settled between them. Pemberton wrote the answer with a pencil
against the frescoed wall, and the messenger departed. When he had gone
the young man explained himself.
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