"That sounds curious," said Hegan, and bent his brows, evidently in
deep thought. "I will look into the matter," he said, finally. "I
have no plans of my own that would take me into that neighbourhood,
but it may be possible that I can think of someone who would be
interested. Have you any idea what your client wants for the
thousand shares?"
"My client has put the matter into my hands," he answered. "The
matter was only broached to me this morning, and I shall have to
look further into the condition of the road. I should advise her to
accept a fair offer--say seventy-five per cent of the par value of
the stock."
"We can talk about that later," said Hegan, "if I can find the man
for you." And Montague shook hands with him and left.
He stopped in on his way home in the evening to tell Lucy about the
result of his interview. "We shall hear from him soon," he said. "I
don't imagine that Hegan is a man who takes long to make up his
mind."
"My prayers will be with him," said Lucy, with a laugh. Then she
added, "I suppose I shall see you Friday night at Mr.
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