CHAPTER VIIIn which Drummond takes a
telephone call and regrets it
Half an hour later Algy and he walked through the unpretentious door that led to the office of the Metropolitan Diamond Syndicate, to be greeted with a shout of joy from Toby Sinclair emerging from an inner room.
“You have come to ask me to consume nourishment at your expense,” he cried. “I know it. I accept. I will also dine this evening.”
“Dry up, Toby,” grunted Hugh. “Is your boss in?”
“Sir Raymond? Yes—why?”
“I want to see him,” said Hugh quietly.
“My dear old man, I’m sorry, but it’s quite out of the question,” answered Toby. “There’s a meeting of the whole syndicate on at the present moment upstairs, and...”
“I want to see Sir Raymond Blantyre,” interrupted Hugh. “And, Toby, I’m going to see Sir Raymond Blanty
