“How?”
“Sam Statham has agents in Constantinople—agents who could offer Muhil double the price immediately, and the ground would be cut from under our feet. Statham knows a good thing when he sees it, you bet, and if he knew anything about this he wouldn’t stick at a thousand or two.”
“Then he doesn’t know?”
“At present he can’t know. It is a secret between Muhil, Osman, and myself?”
“And what about the French people?”
“Of course they know; but they’re not such fools as to let out the secret,” replied Adam.
“Well, what do you suggest?” Max asked, taking a pull at the long tumbler.
“That we keep the affair strictly to ourselves. Once we have the concession in our hands there’ll be a hundred men in the City ready to take it up. Why, old Statham would give us a big profit on it, especially if, as you say, you know his secretary.”
“That was his secretary’s sister whom you met with me to-night,” Max remarked.
“What an extremely pretty girl,” exclaimed Adam enthusiastically.