Five minutes after getting the gold coin in his possession--and drawing every cent of it--Jerningham told Stewardson he would leave the dust in the VanTwiller vaults. That reassured Stewardson, who otherwise might have suspected Jerningham of various crimes. He then sent two cablegrams to London. One was to _Kathryn Keogh,_ _Thornton's Hotel, London._ _Your services are no longer needed. Go ahead and have a nice time! Thanks awfully!_ _Jerningham_. The other was to Francis Wolfe--same address. It read: _You ought to marry Kathryn Keogh. Never mind anything else. I am disappearing for good. God bless you both, my children! Letter follows._ _Jerningham._ Francis Wolfe showed his cablegram to Miss Keogh and Miss Keogh did not show hers to Francis Wolfe. A week later Frank asked Miss Keogh to read a letter he had received from Jerningham, and to tell him what to do. This was the letter. Dear Boy,--We needed a million or two out of Ashton Welles, and the only way we could see of getting it was by selling to him what he already had--to wit, the control of the VanTwiller Trust Company. From previous operations the syndicate I have the honor to represent had accumulated enough cash to render this operation feasible; but Welles watched the trades in VanTwiller stock so closely that we could not have bought a thousand shares without blocking our own game. So we planned our operations very carefully, as we always do. And because I like you I will tell you how we went about it--that you may profit by our example. First, I had to become instantly and sensationally known as the possessor of vast wealth. The mere deposit of a million or two in a bank would not do it. We must have the cash and a stupendous cash-making property--hence the mines in the Klondike. Purely mythical mines, dear lad! We sent to Alaska, bought $1,686,000 of gold-dust, put it in boxes, and put a lot of lead in other boxes--now in the VanT. vaults!--thereby increasing our less than two million into more than eight--and nobody hurt thereby! Then the shipment to Seattle, so that every step could be verified--and the special bullion train to New York; and the eccentric miner--myself--with his gold--no myth about the gold--what? in a New York hotel; and of course the reporters were only too willing to help and to magnify our gold-dust. The _Planet's_ articles were our letters of introduction to the trust company and to Wall Street. Could not have done better--could we? But how to catch Welles off his guard? By breaking it down, of course. Best way? By rousing jealousy. That's where you come in. Mrs. Welles must go to England with you on the same steamer. How? By winning your friendship and rousing your romantic interest in an unhappy love-affair--that would, moreover, explain my interest in Mrs. Welles. Of course there never was any Naida Deering for me to be interested in!