“When I understand,” said McMunn, “and you understand, where’s the use of saying what we’re going for? I’m taking risks enough anyway, without unnecessary talking. You never know who’s listening to you.”
“About paying for the—er—the—er—our cargo? Is that all arranged?”
“They’ll be paid in bills on a Hamburg bank,” said McMunn.
“Won’t they expect cash? I should have thought that in transactions of this kind——”
“You’re not a business man, my lord; but I’d have you know that a bill with the name of McMunn to it is the same as cash in any port in Europe.”
“Well, that’s your part of the affair. I am leaving that to you.”
“You may leave it. What I say I’ll do. But there’s one thing that I’m no quite easy in my mind about.”
“If you’re thinking about the landing of the guns——”
“I’m no asking what arrangements you’ve made about that. The fewer there is that knows what’s being done in a business of this kind, the better for all concerned. What’s bothering me is this. There’s a man called Edelstein.”
“Who’s he? I never heard of him before.”