“Down a bit—not much. Da Souza seems to be selling out carefully a few at a time, and my brokers are buying most of them. Pound shares are nineteen shillings to-day. They'll be between three and four pounds, a week after I get back.”
“And when shall you go?” the boy asked.
“Directly I get a man out here I can trust and things are fixed with his Majesty the King of Bekwando! We'll both go then, and you shall spend a week or two with me in London.”
The boy laughed.
“What a time we'll have!” he cried. “Say, do you know your way round?”
Trent shook his head.
“I'm afraid not,” he said. “You'll have to be my guide.”
“Right you are,” was the cheerful answer. “I'll take you to Jimmy's, and the Empire, and down the river, and to a match at Lord's, and to Henley if we're in time, and I'll take you to see my aunt! You'll like her.”
Trent nodded.
“I'll expect to,” he said. “Is she anything like you?”