“I think you’re wrong about that,” said Lord Caterham, suppressing a yawn. “People like scandal. Damn it all, I read reminiscences myself⁠—and enjoy ’em too.”

“The point is not whether people will read them or not⁠—they’ll read them fast enough⁠—but their publication at this juncture might ruin everything⁠—everything. The people of Herzoslovakia wish to restore the monarchy, and are prepared to offer the crown to Prince Michael who has the support and encouragement of His Majesty’s Government⁠—”

“And who is prepared to grant concessions to Mr. Ikey Hermanstein & Co. in return for the loan of a million or so to set him on the throne⁠—”

“Caterham, Caterham,” implored Lomax in an agonized whisper. “Discretion, I beg of you. Above all things, discretion.”