‘Why should New York know anything about it!’ he repeated. ‘My girl, when anyone borrows a million sovereigns the whole world knows about it. Do you reckon that I can go up to the Governors of the Bank of England and say, “Look here, lend Theodore Racksole a million for a few weeks, and he’ll give you an IOU and a covering note on stocks”?’ ‘But you could get it?’ she asked again. ‘If there’s a million in London I guess I could handle it,’ he replied. ‘Well, Dad,’ and she put her arms round his neck, ‘you’ve just got to go out and fix it. See? It’s for me. I’ve never asked you for anything really big before. But I do now. And I want it so badly.’ He stared at her. ‘I award you the prize,’ he said, at length. ‘You deserve it for colossal and immense coolness. Now you can tell me the true inward meaning of all this rigmarole. What is it?’ ‘I want it for Prince Eugen,’ she began, at first hesitatingly, with pauses. ‘He’s ruined unless he can get a million to pay off his debts. He’s dreadfully in love with a Princess, and he can’t marry her because of this. Her parents wouldn’t allow it. He was to have got it from Sampson Levi, but he arrived too late--owing to Jules.’ ‘I know all about that--perhaps more than you do. But I don’t see how it affects you or me.’ ‘The point is this, Dad,’ Nella continued. ‘He’s tried to commit suicide--he’s so hipped. Yes, real suicide. He took laudanum last night. It didn’t kill him straight off--he’s got over the first shock, but he’s in a very weak state, and he means to die. And I truly believe he will die. Now, if you could let him have that million, Dad, you would save his life.’ Nella’s item of news was a considerable and disconcerting surprise to Racksole, but he hid his feelings fairly well. ‘I haven’t the least desire to save his life, Nell. I don’t overmuch respect your Prince Eugen. I’ve done what I could for him--but only for the sake of seeing fair play, and because I object to conspiracies and secret murders. It’s a different thing if he wants to kill himself. What I say is: Let him. Who is responsible for his being in debt to the tune of a million pounds? He’s only got himself and his bad habits to thank for that. I suppose if he does happen to peg out, the throne of Posen will go to Prince Aribert. And a good thing, too! Aribert is worth twenty of his nephew.’ ‘That’s just it, Dad,’ she said, eagerly following up her chance. ‘I want you to save Prince Eugen just because Aribert--Prince Aribert-- doesn’t wish to occupy the throne. He’d much prefer not to have it.’ ‘Much prefer not to have it! Don’t talk nonsense. If he’s honest with himself, he’ll admit that he’ll be jolly glad to have it. Thrones are in his blood, so to speak.’ ‘You are wrong, Father. And the reason is this: If Prince Aribert ascended the throne of Posen he would be compelled to marry a Princess.’ ‘Well! A Prince ought to marry a Princess.’