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Lord Guelder stein on more than one occasion, 

 and had promised to draw out a prospectus to 

 submit for his lordship's approval. When, 

 therefore, he reached Throgmorton Avenue, he 

 was at once shown up into a spacious oak- 

 panelled office — over the mantlepiece of which 

 was emblazoned the financier's family motto: 

 " So many done, so few to do !" — and was 

 welcomed by the great man with that cordial 

 effusion which some anti-Semites pretend to find 

 embarrassing. 



" Dake a zeat, mine poy ! Dot's right ! Vot 

 you trink ? Viskey ? Eh ?" was the hospitable 

 invitation that greeted him, uttered in a guttural 

 tone which recent ennoblement had not yet 

 robbed of its native asperity. 



" No, thank you !" replied my uncle, firmly 

 but politely, having learnt by bitter experience 

 that it is extremely unwise to accept liquid 

 refreshment at the hands of those with whom one 

 is about to conduct business of a financial char- 

 acter. 



" Believe me, my dear Lord Guelderstein," he 

 continued, " I will not detain you more than a 

 moment. But I have here something that I 

 particularly wish to show you, which I am 

 certain will prove agreeable to you." 



With these words my uncle thrust his hand 

 into his breast-pocket, where he remembered 



