John nodded and Sir Andrew left the diningroom.
“So, it’s just you and me, Windmill,” Johnchuckled.
“Good lord, you still remember that old school name?” Bentley asked. “I thought I had outrun that for good yearsago.”
Standish poured each gentleman acognac.
“And how’s the law treating you?” Johnasked.
“Fair. Fair.” Bentley said but shifted in his chair. “John, I’ve been meaning to ask…” Hehesitated.
“Yes? Speakup.”
“I had some investments in copper—South Africa, you know. But I’m afraid they went a bit south. But I was a little foolhardy and used the shares as collateral for a loan. But as the shares are bust, well… I’m sure youunderstand.”
“That’s rough,” John said, guessing what was comingnext.
“So, I was wondering, old man, if you could spot me five hundred or so. Just until my gold shares mature, you understand. No more than six monthstop.”
John twirled the cognac in his glass. “Would that I could. But I’ve just come through a rough spot myself. Was about to lose the house I built for Annabel due to a loan being called in, but the railway was coming through and they bought up the right of way through the estate and that saved me… but onlyjust.”
“Well then, you must be flush now. So can you help an old friendout?”
“I’m sorry Bentley, but that’s impossible. Another cognac?” he asked and motioned to Standish to serve his friendagain.
“But, old man, I’m reallydesperate.”
“Then how did you afford a trip to Paris? That must have cost a fairpenny.”
Bentley hung his head, “Andrew and Fiona paid forit.”
“I see. Then your stop to visit me was for more than just a social visit to an oldfriend?”
“I washoping…”
“I’m sorry. Truly, I am, having just gone through the experience myself. If a hundred would help I could probably swingthat.”
Bentley looked at him with tired eyes. “Thank you, old man. The wife will appreciate it,too.”
