Now he turns up here, chairman of the B.& I., who must have bought fifty million pounds' worth of wheat already this year.

Well, unless he's considerably out of his depth, he must have some one else's money to play with besides his own." "Let me see, who are the other directors ?" Kendrick enquired.
"Well, there's young Stanley Rees, Phipps' nephew, who came in for three hundred thousand pounds a few years ago," Maurice White answered; "old skinflint Martin, who may be worth half a million but certainly not more; and Dredlinton.

Dredlinton's rabbit, of course.

He hasn't got a bob.
There's money enough amongst the rest for any ordinary business undertaking, if only one could understand what the mischief they were up to.

They can't corner wheat in this country." "I wonder," Kendrick murmured.