"And the idea?"
"Is the bringing about of a war between France and Germany."
"Great snakes!" The cigarette dropped from between Mr. Macmather's lips. He carefully picked it up again. "That's not a bad idea--for Plumline."
"It's my idea as well. In the play it fails. The financier comes to grief. I shouldn't fail. There's just that difference."
Mr. Macmathers regarded his friend in silence before he spoke again.
"Railton, might I ask you to enlarge upon your meaning? I want to see which of us two is drunk."
"In the play the man has a big bear account--the biggest upon record. I need hardly tell you that a war between France and Germany would mean falling markets. Supposing we were able to calculate with certainty the exact moment of the outbreak--arrange it, in fact--we might realise wealth beyond the dreams of avarice--hundreds of thousands of millions, if we chose."
"I suppose you're joking?"
"How?"
"That's what I want to know--how."