By the side of the slighter man, his height and appearance seemed almost imposing.
"To be quite frank with you, Lord Dredlinton," he said, as he returned the newcomer's greeting without enthusiasm, "I cannot imagine any subject in which I could share an interest with Mr.Phipps." Lord Dredlinton was politely surprised.
"Is that so?
Peter Phipps is an awfully good fellow." "Mr.Phipps is a director of the British and Imperial Granaries, Limited," Wingate said quietly.
"So am I," Lord Dredlinton announced, with a bland smile.
"I am aware of it," was the curt reply.
"You don't approve of our company ?" "I do not." Lord Dredlinton shrugged his shoulders.

He lit a cigarette and dismissed the subject.
"Well, well," he continued amiably, "there is no need for us to quarrel, I hope.

We all look at things differently in this world, and, fortunately, the matter which I want to discuss with you lies right outside the operations of the B.& I.When can you give me a few moments of your time, Mr.Wingate?
Will you call around at our offices, Number 13 Throgmorton Street, next Tuesday morning at, say?
eleven-thirty ?" Wingate was a little perplexed.
"I don't want to waste your time, Lord Dredlinton," he said.

"Can't you give me some idea as to the nature of this business ?" "To tell you the truth, I can't," the other confided.

"It's more Phipps' affair than mine.