The quizzical expression in his eyes made Warrington laugh. "No."
"I was in hopes …" The consul-general paused, but Warrington ignored the invitation to make known his intentions.
He shunted further inquiry by saying: "A letter of credit of mine was stolen last night. I had a tussle in the room, and was rather getting the best of it. The thug slipped suddenly away. Probably hid the letter in his loin-cloth."
"That's unfortunate."
"In a way. Ten thousand pounds."
"Good lord!"
"I have sent out a general stop-order. No one will be able to draw against it. The sum will create suspicion anywhere."
"Have you any idea who was back of the thief? Is there any way I can be of service to you?"
"Yes. I'll make you temporary trustee. I've offered two hundred pounds for the recovery, and I'll leave that amount with you before I go."
"And if the letter turns up?"