“It may disappoint you to hear that there is no money to be made out of our little talk.”
“My time is valuable, Baron, and if I had known——”
“But I think that there are other things that appeal to you as well as money. You are not the man to forget a bad turn, and I understand that Gaunt rather bested you in a recent deal.”
“Bested—he swindled me,” Weiss cried hotly.
The Baron smiled faintly, as he heard the Jew’s betrayal of his nationality, for in his anger the careful pronunciation had been forgotten.
“If your business concerns Gaunt, and there is a chance of getting level with him, then I am with you, money or no money.”
“I imagined that would be your attitude. You say that Gaunt swindled you, and I’ve the same complaint to make against him. Only, in my case, he has betrayed those who were his friends, and who had helped him to his wealth. Now, I want you to tell me the whole of the circumstances of that deal in Amanti shares,” the Baron said quickly.
There was a quick glance from Weiss that was full of suspicion.
“Of course, anything that you say I shall hold in the strictest confidence, and I shall take no step without consulting you,” the Baron added quickly.
“All right, Baron. I know that you aren’t over particular yourself, and you won’t be shocked at a little sharp practice,” Weiss said with a laugh, that grated on the Belgian’s nerves.