“For a few moments only,” Peter answered. “I am afraid I am a great nuisance, and if you wish it I will come down to the city again.”
“That’s all right,” Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge replied. “Myra won’t mind waiting a minute or two. Come through here.”
He turned and led the way into a quiet-looking suite of offices, where one or two clerks were engaged writing at open desks. They all three passed into an inner room.
“Any objections to my wife coming in?” Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge asked. “there’s scarcely any place for her out there.”
“Delighted,” Peter answered.
She glanced at the clock.
“Remember we have to meet the Count von Hern at half past one at Prince’s, Charles,” she reminded him.
Her husband nodded. There was nothing in Peter’s expression to denote that he had already achieved the first object of his visit!
“I shall not detain you,” he said. “Your name has been mentioned to me, Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge, as a financier likely to have a large sum of money at his disposal. I have a scheme which needs money. Providing the security is unexceptionable, are you in a position to do a deal?”
“How much do you want?” Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge asked.