Jacob swung round to his desk with an air of determination.
“I’ll tackle them within the next few days,” he promised.
CHAPTER IX
The opportunity for an explanation between Jacob and his fellow speculators speedily presented itself. Amongst his letters, on the following morning, Jacob found a somewhat pompous little note from Dane Montague, inviting him to lunch at the Milan at half-past one. Littleham, supremely uncomfortable in a new suit of clothes, was the other guest, and champagne was served before the three men had well taken their places.
“A celebration, eh?” Jacob observed, as he bowed to his two hosts.
Mr. Montague cleared his throat.
“Our meeting might almost be considered in that light,” he admitted. “Yesterday afternoon we sold the last plot of land on the Cropstone Wood Estate.”
“Capital!” Jacob exclaimed. “Full price?”