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He ascended in the lift to the third floor, knocked at the door which bore Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge's name, and almost ran into the arms of a charmingly dressed little lady, who was being shown out by a broad-shouldered, typical American. Peter hastened to apologise. "I beg your pardon," he said, raising his hat. "I was rather in a hurry, and I quite thought I heard someone say, 'Come in'."
He returned the following day, and crossed again within a few hours. In five days the affair was finished, except for the dénouement. Peter ascended in the lift to Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge's office the following Thursday, calm and unruffled as usual, but nevertheless a little exultant. It was barely half an hour ago since he had become finally prepared for this interview.
He returned the following day and crossed again within a few hours. In five days the affair was finished, except for the denouement. Peter ascended in the lift to Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge's office the following Thursday, calm and unruffled as usual, but nevertheless a little exultant. It was barely half an hour since he had become finally prepared for this interview.
"Would your friend the Count von Hern be likely to be concerned in it?" "Why?" Peter asked, with immovable face. "Nothing, only I saw him coming out of Heseltine-Wrigge's office the other day," the stockbroker remarked, carelessly. "And who is Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge?" "A very wealthy American financier," the stockbroker replied, "not at all an unlikely person for a loan of the sort you mention."
"How much do you want?" Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge asked. "A million to a million and a half," Peter answered. "Dollars?" "Pounds." It was not Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge's pose to appear surprised. Nevertheless his eyebrows were slightly raised. "Say, what is this scheme?" he inquired. "First of all," Peter replied, "I should like to know whether there's any chance of business if I disclose it."
He ascended in the lift to the third floor, knocked at the door which bore Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge's name, and almost ran into the arms of a charmingly dressed little lady, who was being shown out by a broad-shouldered, typical American. Peter hastened to apologize. "I beg your pardon," he said, raising his hat. "I was rather in a hurry and I quite thought I heard some one say 'Come in."
"Would your friend Count von Hern be likely to be concerned in it?" "Why?" Peter asked, with immovable face. "Nothing, only I saw him coming out of Heseltine-Wrigge's office the other day," the stockbroker remarked, carelessly. "And who is Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge?" "A very wealthy American financier," the stockbroker replied, "not at all an unlikely person for a loan of the sort you mention."
"How much do you want?" Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge asked. "A million to a million and a half," Peter answered. "Dollars? "Pounds." It was not Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge's pose to appear surprised. Nevertheless, his eyebrows were slightly raised. "Say, what is this scheme?" he inquired. "First of all," Peter replied, "I should like to know whether there's any chance of business if I disclose it."
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