Volume I Part 60 (1/2)
”Are the bank-notes legal tender in Algiers?” asked Clary
Father-in-law and son-in-law looked upon her pitifully; they were Bank of England notes, which even a Greenlander would expect to have cashed on sight
”Edwards,” said the banker, vivaciously, ”is Wharton in the ball-room?”
”Yes, father”
”Tell him to come here directly”
”Who is Wharton?” asked Clary
”The only et a shi+p ready for sailing It will be a dear affair though”
Clary laughed
”Mr Mortih to pay this Wharton?”
”Oh, with your fortune you could buy a thousand Whartons”
”And he will do all I ask of hi more, Mr Mortiive you a power of attorney to do with my fortune what you wish in case--”
”In case?”
”I do not return froeria”
”Oh, oing to run such dangers?”
”I do not say that, but business is business, and I always like to have things in order”
”Here is Mr Wharton,” said the son-in-law
The person who entered was a man of herculean stature His thick head was covered with bushy red hair
Clary looked curiously at the giant
”Are you an Englishman, Mr Wharton?” she asked
”No, an American from Baltimore, miss, and your humble servant”
”Mademoiselle,” interrupted Mortimer, ”will you please explain to Mr
Wharton the nature of the business?”