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Updated: May 24, 2025
One might have looked for costly furnishings and an atmosphere redolent of big money. Yet here was a simple rosewood desk with a bowl of mimosa on it, and around the walls were a few simple landscapes from recent salons. If Lars Larssen were a magic name to Sir Francis Letchmere, it was a magic name also to many other men of affairs. From cabin-boy to millionaire shipowner was his story in brief.
"Late again!" growled Sir Francis Letchmere. "Clifford makes a deuced casual sort of husband. Bad form, you know!" Good form and bad form were the foot-rules by which he measured mankind. Olive bit her lip. It galled her pride that Clifford should not be early on the platform to see to her comforts.
It is only, at the end of the very admirable scene between Letchmere and Mandeville that the following little passage occurs: MANDEVILLE: ... At all events I am qualified to tell her I'm fairly gone on her honourably gone on her if I choose to do it. LETCHMERE: Qualified? MANDEVILLE: Which is more than you are, Mr. Letchmere. I am a single man; you ain't, bear in mind.
Lars Larssen was a craftsman taking up the commonest tools of his craft and using them to create a work of art of consummate build. His present work was to keep alive the personality of Clifford Matheson until the Hudson Bay scheme should be launched. To use Matheson's name on the prospectus, and to use his influence with Sir Francis Letchmere and others.
Clifford Matheson heads the festal board, and the other revellers at the guinea-feast are the Right Hon. Lord St Aubyn, Sir Francis Letchmere, Bart., and G. Lowndes Hawley Carleton-Wingate, M.P. Lars Larssen sits below the salt to wit, joins the Board after allotment. The capital is to be a cool five million, and if I were a prophet I'd tell you whether they'll get it or not."
Do men and women look to you like animals? They do to me. Monte Carlo's a Zoo, only the animals aren't caged." "That's right! You're an extraordinarily keen observer, Mrs Matheson." Sir Francis Letchmere approached them beamingly from the direction of the Casino. He had won money at trente-et-quarante, and was feeling very pleased with his own judgment and powers of intellect generally.
Matheson also prepared letters to Sir Francis Letchmere, Lord St Aubyn, and Carleton-Wingate, giving a statement of his reasons for the announcement in the Daily Truth of the next morning, and asking them to send telegrams to all those who had made applications for shares. The telegram to be sent out was worded:
The singularly handsome face, however, lighted up with an expression of delighted surprise as its owner turned sharply round and answered heartily: "Why, Carlos, my dear old chap, this is indeed an unexpected pleasure! We were talking about you only last night Letchmere, Woolaston, Poltimore, and I, all old Alleynians who had foregathered to dine at the Holborn.
Heading the prospectus were these names on the Board of Directors: Clifford Matheson, Esq. The Right Hon. Lord St Aubyn, P.C., K.C.V.O. Sir Francis Letchmere, Bart. Gervase Lowndes Hawley Carleton-Wingate, Esq., M.P. Lars Larssen, Esq. To join the Board after allotment. The capital was divided into 5,000,000 Ordinary £1 Shares, and 4,000,000 Deferred Shares of 1s.
Matheson had been associated with other schemes which had a bad odour in the nostrils of City men. "With the public who provide the capital," answered the financier, and his emphasis was on the word "capital." He continued. "With myself and Sir Francis Letchmere and a few titled dummies on the Board which is what you want from me the public will tumble over one another to take up stock."
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