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The security is unusual, but it's good enough for me." "It seems so to you beyond a doubt," Peter replied. "Still, you have to do with a remarkably clever young man in the Count von Hern. I don't want to ask you any questions you feel I ought not to, but I do wish you'd tell me one thing." "Go right ahead," Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge invited. "Don't be shy." "What day are you concluding this affair?"
Heseltine-Wrigge here, is determined to have a few words with Major Kosuth before he leaves. Surely this is not an unreasonable request when you consider the magnitude of the transaction which has taken place between them! Let me beg of you to persuade Major Kosuth to give us ten minutes. There is plenty of time for the train, and this is not the place for a brawl."
They all three passed into an inner room. "Any objection to my wife coming in?" Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge asked. "There's scarcely any place for her out there." "Delighted," Peter answered. She glanced at the clock. "Remember we have to meet the Count von Hern at half-past one at Prince's, Charles," she reminded him. Her husband nodded.
"If only you had trusted me a little more!" he murmured. "I tried to warn you." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge snatched up his hat. "They don't leave till the two-twenty," he shouted. "We'll catch them at the Milan. If we don't, I'm ruined! By Heaven, I'm ruined!" They found Major Kosuth in the hall of the hotel. He was wearing a fur coat and otherwise attired for travelling.
Heseltine-Wrigge, witnessed and stamped, handing over to him the whole of the security for this very complicated loan, on the sole condition that the million and a half, with interest, was forthcoming. His position was completely secure. A little discussion with his old enemy might not be altogether unpleasant! "It will not take us long, Kosuth, to hear what our friend has to say," he remarked.
"Only a little disappointment for our friends the Count von Hern and Major Kosuth. I have brought you some information which I think will put an end to that affair of the loan." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge sat quite still for a moment. He brows were knitted, he showed no signs of nervousness. "Go right on," he said.
"No, I'm not worrying about that any more," he answered, accepting one of his host's cigars. "The fact of it is that if it were not for me, you would be the one who would have to do the worrying." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge stopped short in the act of lighting his cigar. "I'm not quite on," he remarked. "What's the trouble?" "There is no trouble, fortunately," Peter replied.
Peter was guilty of snobbery. He considered it quite a justifiable weapon. "She is at Windsor this afternoon," he remarked. "What, at the garden party?" Mrs. Heseltine-Wrigge almost shrieked. Peter nodded. "I believe there's some fête or other to-morrow," he said; "but we're alone this evening. Why, won't you dine with us, say at the Carlton?" "We'd love to," the lady assented promptly.
"At eight o'clock," Peter said, taking his leave. The dinner party was a great success. Mrs. Heseltine-Wrigge found herself among the class of people with whom it was her earnest desire to become acquainted, and her husband was well satisfied to see her keen longing for society likely to be gratified. The subject of Peter's call at the office in the city was studiously ignored.
Peter was guilty of snobbery. He considered it quite a justifiable weapon. "She is at Windsor this afternoon," he remarked. "What, at the Garden-Party?" Mrs. Heseltine-Wrigge almost shrieked. Peter nodded. "I believe there's some fete or other to-morrow," he said, "but we're alone this evening. Why won't you dine with us, say at the Carlton?" "We'd love to," the lady assented, promptly.
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