"You are being informed," said the other. "The Syndicate which I represent is willing to finance you, for an adequate return. Without that it proposes to make Tangier an impossible residence for you."
Landon stared his surprise and his obvious relief.
"They are going to speculate in me?" He pondered for a moment. "I don't promise, or I haven't promised, that I shall allow old Jacob to buy the child back, if we get him, at all."
Miller nodded weightily.
"That does not matter to us," he announced. "That is as you like."
Landon's eyes were still wide and debating.
"Then your return comes—where?" he asked.
"We are willing to wait for it," said the other. "The first service we require from you is that you will renew your acquaintance with your cousin, Captain Aylmer, and endeavor to remove the distaste which I regret to think he feels for your company."
Landon bent forward, leaned his elbows on the table and his chin on his closed fists. He stared at his companion with a concentrated, dispassionate examination which seemed to probe and fathom through the depths of the other's impenetrability.
Miller met the scrutiny with no other manifestation than an, if possible, increase of apathy.