That is out of my depth," returned the Englishman, bluntly.

"I paddle about in the shallow water at the edge and pick up what I can, you understand.

I am too fat for a voyant bathing-costume, and the deep waters beyond, Monsieur le Ministre." The Minister drummed impatiently on his desk with his five fingers, and looked at Turner sideways beneath his brows.
"Royalist plots are common enough," he said, tentatively, after a pause.
"Not a Royalist plot with money in it," was the retort.

"I dare say an honest politician, like yourself, is aware that in France it is always safe to ignore the conspirator who has no money, and always dangerous to treat with contempt him who jingles a purse.

There is only a certain amount of money in the world, Monsieur le Ministre, and we bankers usually know where it is.