"How much money has he?"
"That's what I want to find out!"
She squatted ruminatively down on the edge of her divan. It was low and wide and covered with orange-colored silk.
"Then you'll have to find Binhart!" was her next announcement.
"Maybe!" acknowledged Blake.
"I can show you where he is!"
"All right," was the unperturbed response. The blue-painted eyes were studying him.
"It will be worth four thousand pounds, in English gold," she announced.
Blake took a step or two nearer her.
"Is that the message Ottenheim told you to give me?" he demanded. His face was red with anger.