“That’s him,” she said. “There’s class there.”
“And there’s money, too,” said the practical Ellsberger. “Why don’t you get in touch with him, Sadie? A fellow like that would think nothing of putting ten thousand into a picture if he was interested in a girl. If you happen to be the girl, Sadie, there’ll be a thousand pound contract for you right away.”
Her straight lips were a trifle hard.
“What you want is an angel, and the Judge is the best kind of angel you could wish for.”
“Has he got money?” she asked.
“Money!” said the hands of Ellsberger. “What a ridiculous question to ask!”
“Money!” he scoffed. “Money to burn. Do you mean to say you’ve never heard of Sir John Maxell, never heard of the man who sent his best friend to gaol for twenty years? Why, it was the biggest sensation of the year!”
Sadie was not very interested in history, but momentarily, by virtue of the very warm and well punctuated letter which reposed in her bag, she was interested in Sir John.
“Is he married?” asked the girl naturally.
“He is not married,” said Ellsberger emphatically.