“A million to a million and a half,” Peter answered.
“Dollars?
“Pounds.”
It was not Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge’s pose to appear surprised. Nevertheless, his eyebrows were slightly raised.
“Say, what is this scheme?” he inquired.
“First of all,” Peter replied, “I should like to know whether there’s any chance of business if I disclose it.”
“Not an atom,” Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge declared. “I have just committed myself to the biggest financial transaction of my life and it will clean me out.”
“Then I won’t waste your time,” Peter announced, rising.
“Sit down for a moment,” Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge invited, biting the end off a cigar and passing the box toward Peter. “That’s all right. My wife doesn’t mind. Say, it strikes me as rather a curious thing that you should come in here and talk about a million and a half, when that’s just the amount concerned in my other little deal.”
Peter smiled.