“It’s very bad luck, Papa,” she just managed to say. “But I am sure because you are so clever that you can do something if only to retrieve a little of the money that you invested. Do you know this man in France?”
“It’s funny you should ask that question,” the Earl said, “because I have been telling myself all the time I have been coming home that I should have gone out to Paris to see him, rather than just hand the money to the Comtesse and believe I would strike gold as she had done.”
“Do you know who this man is?” Zela asked.
“I know his name and his address. It was only as I came up the drive just now, I decided that I would go to Paris at once, talk to him, man to man, to see if anything can be salvaged from the wreck.”
“I think it a very sensible idea,” Zela murmured.
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