“Of course not,” agreed Lord Caterham, who had no idea why it would not do, and was not interested to learn.

“Perhaps you wouldn’t mind having Bill Eversleigh, though. He’d be useful to run messages.”

“Delighted,” said Lord Caterham, with a shade more animation. “Bill’s quite a decent shot, and Bundle likes him.”

“The shooting, of course, is not really important. It’s only the pretext, as it were.”

Lord Caterham looked depressed again.

“That will be all, then. The prince, his suite, Bill Eversleigh, Herman Isaacstein⁠—”

“Who?”

“Herman Isaacstein. The representative of the syndicate I spoke to you about.”

“The all British syndicate?”