“I wonder that Weiss cared to part with it, but I suppose that he was blinded by his rage against Gaunt. This little document simplifies matters, and ought to be very useful.”
“Weiss is sending on further material against Gaunt, and I shall be glad if you will sift it thoroughly, for it’s important that we don’t make any mistakes.”
The Baron turned to the waiter who had entered, and took a telegram from the silver salver, which he tore open impatiently:
“Am forwarding Marillier documents. Advise
that you proceed without delay.”
“There is no answer,” he said, and then lapsed into silence, for the message gave him food for thought.
Sherren was glancing through the evening papers, and now and then stopped to make a note, which he intended to use in an article which he was preparing for the next day.
“Eh bien. I think we have finished for the present, Sherren. I would suggest that you see your friend, the chairman of the Amanti Mining Company, and show him that letter. You know what to advise him to do,” the Baron said significantly.
“But what about Weiss? His name is compromised, and——”
“I fear that this is not the moment for delicate scruples. Of course, I should like to protect Mr. Weiss in every way that is possible, but——”