Swalecliffe.
You seem to take it very calmly.
George Winter.
I’ve not been fighting the Lewishams for ten years without getting some pretty hard words broken on my back.
James Ford.
D’you see that bit about where the money came from?
Etchingham.
I didn’t see that.
George Winter.
I’ll read it you, shall I? [Reading.] “It is stated that Mr. Winter paid eighty thousand pounds for this precious mine. It would perhaps be interesting to inquire how he was able to raise such a sum at a time not only of general stringency, but of peculiar difficulty in the Central American market. Perhaps Mr. Winter, like King Midas, is able to turn into gold everything he touches and he may have been able to change his office furniture into precious metal. Perhaps not.” Childish, isn’t it? Do they think I’m going to let out my little trade secrets to please them?