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I am going to telegraph to the syndicate and stop the sale . '' Mr. Mathews lifted his brows and smiled deprecatingly . `` I am sorry you have worked yourself up to such a pitch , my friend , '' he said . `` Telegraph , by all means if it will ease your mind ; but the fact is , the deal was closed at noon to-day . '' The long , low whistle of the packet sounded , but Mr. Opp heeded it not . He was flinging his way across to the telegraph office in a frenzy of Quixotic impatience to right the wrong of which he had refused to be a part . Half an hour later , Mr. Opp dragged himself up the hill to his home .