The stockbroker looked dubious.
“In cash,” he repeated. “Money isn’t raised that way, you know. I doubt whether there are many men in the whole city of London who could put up such an amount with only a week’s notice.”
“But there must be some one,” Peter persisted. “Think! It would probably be a firm or a man not obtrusively English. I don’t think the Jews would touch it, and a German citizen would be impossible.”
“Semi-political, eh?”
Peter nodded.
“It is rather that way,” he admitted.
“Would your friend Count von Hern be likely to be concerned in it?”
“Why?” Peter asked, with immovable face.
“Nothing, only I saw him coming out of Heseltine-Wrigge’s office the other day,” the stockbroker remarked, carelessly.
“And who is Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge?”