"I've another treaty--" Falconer nodded.
"I am making for a concession--a charter from the government." Falconer nodded again.
"And I want a railway from Danville to Bualbec." His voice almost sank to a whisper.

"Griffinberg, Wirsch, and the rest are with me--or nearly so--I have got them down to clench the matter.

There are millions in it--if I can bring it off; there is what is worth more than millions to me--" Falconer nodded.
-- "A peerage for Sir Stephen Orme," said Falconer, with a grim smile.
"For Sir Stephen Orme's boy!" said Sir Stephen, with a flush, and a flash of the dark eyes.

"It is for his sake that I am making this last throw; for my boy's, Falconer.

For myself I am content--why shouldn't I be?
But for him--ah, well, you've seen him! You'll understand!" Falconer leant back and smoked in silence.
"Plaistow is working the Colonial Office, the Beltons are feeling their way in the city; Wirsch--but you know how the thing is done! I've got them down here that they may work it quietly, that I may have them under my eye--" "And the lords and ladies--they're to have a finger in the pie because, though they can't help you in the African business, they can in the matter of the peerage ?" Sir Stephen smiled.