Lord Almont remarked that his broker had rang him up to tell him of a fuss. Had no idea Van Diest was at the back of it. Cost him about ten thousand but he held on. "Quite so and it's all very well if we are going to get a return for our losses," said Cassis. "But so long as Barraclough is held by the heels we become a mere kicking post for the opposition. Not good enough." "Any suggestions?" said Barraclough. "Yes. I suggest under the seal of confidence you inform us of the exact location of this field and we dispatch a trustworthy servant to carry out the necessary negotiations." Barraclough remained silent. "If you refuse to adopt that view all I can see for it is either to drop the whole thing or to let Van Diest come in and split the profit." For one instant the placid blue eyes of Mr. Torrington were lit with a shiny white fire. "Van Diest will not be in this, Cassis," he said. "But look here, dear old Mr. Torrington," Lord Almont exclaimed. "Surely you agree that Barra ought to give us his trust." The old man smiled whimsically. "Think so?" he said. "I mean to say, we're not the kind of people to take advantage of a man." "Nonsense! Of course we are," came the answer. "That's honest," Barraclough laughed. "Not at all, my dear boy, it's a confession of dishonour of which I am heartily ashamed." Cassis could not leave the subject alone. Tenacity was one of his strong points. "Suppose you were killed," he suggested. "The secret would be lost for all time. And where should we stand?" "Several degrees better than myself," was the answer. "You'll come out with your lives." "That's not the point. Our involvement is equivalent to yours. Your risk is physical, ours financial, and of the two, in my own opinion----" "I know," Barraclough cut in. "Our views are opposed about that. I made the find and as soon as I have turned it into actual possession, you will have the chance to exploit it, but until----" "Yes, but half a shake, old son," said Lord Almont. "How about the marvellous healing properties--all the jolly old hospitals we were going to endow. One doesn't want to be a dog in the manger." Barraclough grinned. Whatever other qualities Nature had bestowed upon the ebullient peer philanthropy was not outstanding. "I notice in this argument," he said, "money came over the horizon before the hospitals showed their smoke." "Then deposit the map reference in a safe place so we can get hold of it if you break up." "And where it will be at the mercy of the first man with a jimmy and a blow lamp. No, thanks." There are certain types of stubbornness that increase in direct ratio to the pressure applied. To this type Barraclough belonged. He had yet to find the man who could induce him to talk against his will. Woman? Ah, that's a different matter. The argument took an angry turn.