I wonder he has not been found out," said Keith after a little reverie.
Norman shifted slightly in his chair.

"Oh, he is not worth bothering about.

Give me your lay-out now." Keith put him in possession of the facts, and he became deeply interested.

He had, indeed, a dual motive: one of friendship for Keith; the other he as yet hardly confessed even to himself.
The next day Keith met Norman by appointment and gave him his papers.
And a day or two afterwards he met a number of his friends at lunch.
They were capitalists and, if General Keith's old dictum, that gentlemen never discussed money at table, was sound, they would scarcely have met his requirement; for the talk was almost entirely of money.

When they rose from the table, Keith, as he afterwards told Norman, felt like a squeezed orange.