"Thank you very much, Mr. Windlebird," said Roland gratefully. "I
will."
The Napoleonic features were lightened by that rare, indulgent smile.
"Not so fast, young man," laughed Mr. Windlebird. "Getting into Wildcat
Reefs isn't quite so easy as you seem to think. Shall we say that you
propose to invest thirty thousand pounds? Yes? Very well, then. Thirty
thousand pounds! Why, if it got about that you were going to buy
Wildcat Reefs on that scale the market would be convulsed."
Which was perfectly true. If it had got about that any one was going to
invest thirty thousand pounds--or pence--in Wildcat Reefs, the market
would certainly have been convulsed. The House would have rocked with
laughter. Wildcat Reefs were a standing joke--except to the unfortunate
few who still held any of the shares.
"The thing will have to be done very cautiously. No one must know. But
I think--I say I think--I can manage it for you."
"You're awfully kind, Mr. Windlebird."
"Not at all, my dear boy, not at all. As a matter of fact, I shall be
doing a very good turn to another pal of mine at the same time." He
filled his glass.
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