James Ford.
But where did you get the money?
[Etchingham gives a slight start, but George Winter remains perfectly cool.
George Winter.
My dear fellow, you don’t suppose I stole it, do you? That’s where the born financier comes in. He makes money as a conjurer makes a white rabbit appear out of a silk handkerchief.
James Ford.
[Drily.] A very satisfactory explanation.
[For an instant, hardly perceptible to the others, the eyes of George Winter and James Ford meet.
George Winter.
But that’s hardly the point, is it?