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I, on the other hand, play it with a patriotic object." The matter didn't rest there: Puchol, carried away by an easily comprehensible desire for lucre, and thinking it brought the same amount to the famous financier whether he played through Recquillart or through Muller, had made the last bid for the Minister through the new broker.

"Recquillart gets ten percent of the profits, besides a small commission as broker. I will take five." "It's a good deal." "I will not accept less; the arrangement might cost me my career. Consult him...." "If I could consult him! The truth is that there may not be time. We will accept five." "What does the Minister wish to speculate in? The same things as with Recquillart?

Senor Puchol burst out laughing; Caesar invited him to dine with him, and gave him a sumptuous dinner with good wines. Puchol was absolutely vain, and he boasted of his triumphs on the Bourse; it was he who guided Recquillart in the dealings he had with Spaniards, in which they had plucked various incautious persons. "How much will the Minister's operation amount to?" Caesar asked him.

The Minister's winnings diminished considerably and Caesar's gained in proportion. The illustrious financier, on learning what had happened, shrieked to heaven; but he said nothing, because of the secret transaction they had had together. Puchol was dismissed by Recquillart, and with the thirty thousand francs he collected from Caesar he set up for himself.

The building was dark, lighted by electricity even in the daytime, one of those classic corners where Jewish usurers amass great fortunes. There was no question of employing the same ruse as in the Rue de Provence, and Caesar thought of another. He asked for M. Recquillart, and out came a heavy gentleman, a blond going grey, with a rosy cranium and gold eyeglasses.

"No; I will ask, because it is very possible that the chief may know." The clerk went out and came back a little later, informing Caesar that they said the house the Spanish Minister of Finance did his banking with was Recquillart and Company, Rue Bergere. The street was near at hand, and it took Caesar only a very little while to get there.

"Look," he said, "the whole matter is this: the Spanish Minister of Finance, my chief, has dealings on a large scale with the Recquillart bank; you know that, and so do I; but the Recquillarts, besides charging an inflated commission, interfere in his buying and selling with so little cleverness, that whenever he buys, it turns out that he bought for more than the market price of the security, and whenever he sells, he sells lower than the quotation.

Through you?" "No. He told me he would prefer to have a clerk who knows Spanish come to him and take his orders." "That is all right; one shall go. We happen to have a Spanish clerk. At what hour shall he come?" said M. Recquillart, taking out a pencil. "At nine in the evening." "For whom shall he ask?" "For Senor Perez Cuesta." "At what hotel?" "The one in the Quai d'Orsay station."

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