‘I do.’
‘With a view to stopping my negotiations with Sampson Levi, and so putting an end to the possibility of my marriage with Anna?’
Aribert nodded.
‘You are a good friend to me, Aribert. You mean well. But you are mistaken.
You have been worrying about nothing.’
‘Have you forgotten about Reginald Dimmock?’
‘I remember you said that he had died.’
‘I said nothing of the sort. I said that he had been assassinated. That was part of it, my poor Eugen.’
‘Pooh!’ said Eugen. ‘I don’t believe he was assassinated. And as for Sampson Levi, I will bet you a thousand marks that he and I come to terms this morning, and that the million is in my hands before I leave London.’ Aribert shook his head.
‘You seem to be pretty sure of Mr Levi’s character. Have you had much to do with him before?’