There's money, and no desire to spare it.

Mr Thomas could write a cheque tomorrow for a hundred thousand.

And, Mr Forsyth, there's better than money.

The foreign count--Count Tarnow, he calls himself--was formerly a tobacconist in Bayswater, and passed under the humble but expressive name of Schmidt; his daughter--if she is his daughter--there's another point--make a note of that, Mr Forsyth--his daughter at that time actually served in the shop--and she now proposes to marry a man of the eminence of Mr Thomas! Now do you see our game?
We know they contemplate a move; and we wish to forestall 'em.

Down you go to Hampton Court, where they live, and threaten, or bribe, or both, until you get the letters; if you can't, God help us, we must go to court and Thomas must be exposed.