"You may believe it, but not the way she puts it," laughed Harry. "Now there's an end of business! Walk down to the Imperium with me, Harry, and have a bit of lunch. You've earned it, eh? How do you like the feeling of making money?" "Well, I think it might grow on a man. What's your experience?" "Sometimes better than this morning, or I should hardly have been your neighbor at Fairholme." The two walked off together, leaving Duplay and Sloyd very amicable. Iver was thoughtful. "You did that well," he said as they turned the corner into Berkeley Square. "I suppose I learnt to bluff a bit when I was at Blent." "That was all right, but--well, how did you put your finger on the figure?" "I don't know. It looked like being about that, you know." "It was very exactly that," admitted Iver. "Rather a surprise to find our friend the Major going into business with you." "He'll be useful, I think, and--well, I'm short of help." He was eying Harry now, but he said no more about the morning's transaction till they reached the club. "Perhaps we shall find Neeld here," he remarked, as they went in. They did find Neeld, and also Lord Southend, the latter gentleman in a state of disturbance about his curry. It was not what any man would seriously call a curry; it was no more than a fortuitous concurrence of mutton and rice. "It's an extraordinary thing," he observed to Iver, "that whenever Wilmot Edge is away, the curries in this club go to the devil--to the devil. And he's always going off somewhere, confound him!" "He can't be expected to stay at home just to look after your curry," Iver suggested. "I suppose he's in South America, or South Africa, or South somewhere or other out of reach. Waiter!" The embarrassed servant came. "When is Colonel Edge expected back?" "In a few weeks, I believe, my Lord." "Who's Chairman of the Committee while he's away?" "Mr Gore-Marston, my Lord." "There--what can you expect?" He pushed away his plate. "Bring me some cold beef," he commanded, and the waiter brought it with an air that said "Ichabod" for the Imperium. "As soon as ever Edge comes back, I shall draw his attention to the curry." Everybody else had rather lost their interest in the subject. Neeld and Harry were in conversation. Iver sat down by Southend, and, while lunch was preparing, endeavored to distract his mind by giving him a history of the morning. Southend too was concerned in Blinkhampton. Gradually the curry was forgotten as he listened to the story of Harry's victory. "Sort of young fellow who might be useful?" he suggested presently. "That's what I was thinking. He's quite ready to work too, I fancy."