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Perhaps I have no right to, but as a man of honour, Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge, you can take it from me that I ask it in your interests as well as my own. Don't tell the Count von Hern of my visit to you." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge held out his hand. "That's all right," he declared. "You hear, Myra?" "I'll be dumb, Baron," she promised. "Say when do you think Vi can come and see me?"
"If you will permit me for a moment," he said, "there is a little explanation I should perhaps make to Major Kosuth." The Turk took a step towards the door. "I have no time to listen to explanations from you or anyone," he replied. "My cab is waiting. I depart. If Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge is not satisfied with our transaction, I am sorry, but it is too late to alter anything."
The lady replied pleasantly. Her companion, who was carrying his hat in his hand, paused reluctantly. "Did you want to see me?" he asked. "If you are Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge, I did," Peter admitted. "I am the Baron de Grost, and I have a letter of introduction to you from Mr. Edwardes." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge tore open the envelope and glanced through the contents of the note.
Peter sat down at the writing-table and commenced a letter. Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge mounted guard over the door and stood there, a grim figure of impatience. Before the five minutes was up, Bernadine crossed the room. "I congratulate you, Baron," he said, dryly. "You are either an exceedingly lucky person or you are more of a genius than I believe.
For a moment it seemed as though a struggle between the two men was inevitable. Already people were glancing at them curiously, for Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge came of a primitive school, and he had no intention whatever of letting his man escape. Fortunately at that moment the Count von Hern came up, and Peter at once appealed to him. "Count," he said, "may I beg for your good offices? My friend Mr.
I have had the shrewdest lawyers in the world at work upon the charter, and there is not the slightest doubt that these vessels are, or rather were, the entire property of Messrs. Shepherd and Hargreaves. To-day they belong to me. I have bought them and paid £200,000 deposit. I can show you the receipt and all the papers." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge said only one word, but that word was profane.
Perhaps I have no right to, but as a man of honor, Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge, you can take it from me that I ask it in your interests as well as my own. Don't tell the Count von Hern of my visit to you." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge held out his hand. "That's all right," he declared. "You hear, Myra?" "I'll be dumb, Baron," she promised. "Say, when do you think Vi can come and see me?"
"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."
Heseltine-Wrigge, I should have recognised you anywhere from your photographs." "Say, isn't that queer?" the little lady remarked, turning to her husband. "I should love to see Vi again." "If you will give me your address," Peter declared promptly, "my wife will be delighted to call upon you." The man looked up from the note. "Do you want to talk business with me, Baron?" he asked.
"The security upon which you were going to advance a million and a half to the Turkish Government," Peter continued, "consisted of two Dreadnoughts and a cruiser, being built to the order of that country by Messrs. Shepherd & Hargreaves at Belfast." "Quite right," Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge admitted, quietly. "I have been up and seen the boats. I have seen the shipbuilders, too."
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