CHAPTER XV
THE ATTACK (Continued)
Jones had already obtained Marcus Mulhausen’s address from the invaluable Kelly.
Mulhausen was a financier. A financier is a man who makes money without a trade or profession, and Mulhausen had made a great deal of money, despite this limitation, during his twenty years of business life, which had started humbly enough behind the counter of a pawnbroker’s in the Minories.
His offices were situated in Chancery Lane. They consisted of three rooms: an outer waiting room, a room inhabited by three clerks, that is to say a senior clerk, Mr. Aaronson, and two subordinates, and an inner room where Mulhausen dwelt.
Jones, on giving his name, was shown at once into the inner room where Mulhausen was seated at his desk.
Mulhausen was a man of sixty or so, small, fragile looking, with grey side whiskers and drowsy heavy-lidded eyes.
He nodded to Jones and indicated a chair. Then he finished his work, the reading of a letter, placed it under an agate paper weight, and turned to the newcomer.
“What can I do for you this morning?” asked Mulhausen.
“You can just read this letter,” said Jones.