"
They greeted me with more than affability. Mr. Harding assured me he had
read my speeches. Mr. Densmore thought no one was more to be envied than a
man who had the gifts that secured for him a seat in Parliament.
"It's early yet," Mr. Bundercombe declared genially. "Let's sit down. Tell
me a little about English business. It interests me. You bought those
Chilean bonds all right, I see. They are up an eighth to-night."
"A good purchase, Mr. Bundercombe," Mr. Harding assured him; "a very good
purchase! After all, though, there's not much money to be made out of
those government things. Now we've a little affair of our own--what do you
say, Densmore?" he broke off, looking toward his partner. "We could afford
to let Mr. Bundercombe come in a little way with us, I think?"
Mr. Densmore nodded.
"Not more than five," he said warningly. "Remember what you promised the
Rothschild people."
Mr. Harding nodded and crossed his knees. He lit a cigar from the box Mr.
Bundercombe passed round.
"This sounds interesting!" the latter remarked. "I dare say Mr. Walmsley,
too, has a little spare money for investment."
Mr. Densmore sighed, though his eyes were brightening.
"It's too good a thing," he explained confidentially, "to let the world
into.
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