of those weird allegorical German pictures, Youth followed by Death."
As Hazel returned from the telephone a servant met him in the hall and conducted him to an Oriental divan, where he found Isaacstein lolling back among the cushions, smoking a fat cigar, with a small table and a cup of coffee before him. There were various liqueurs and coffee on the table reserved for the Honourable John.
"I shan't mix my drinks," said Hazel. "No coffee, no liqueurs for me. I'll stick to champagne."
"Right you are, my boy. This is Liberty Hall. You do just what you please when you're within my walls."
Hazel repeated the conversation that had taken place between him and Stranleigh over the telephone. The finacier nodded approval.
"Now, if you carry it all off like that," he said, "you'll have ten thousand pounds in your bank account before many days are past. You didn't tell him too much or too little, and you paved the way for your invitation on board The Lady of the Lake, That was a very good move your asking him to take his yacht to Cadiz—a very good move indeed. Now, I think we've settled everything."
"Begging your pardon, we haven't. We haven't even begun to settle it."
"Oh, really?"
