July! The name sounded pleasantly with its ripple of liquid syllables.

Drake found himself repeating it when he should have been at work.

It began to rise to his lips the moment a date was asked of him, as the only date at all worth mentioning.

Fielding came down to Drake's office in Old Broad Street, in order to apply for shares in 'Matanga Concessions.' 'You had better wait,' said Drake.

'I will let you know before they are offered to the public.' 'That will be soon ?' 'Not for the moment.