'Look here, Nella,' he said, 'what is it you've got up your sleeve ?' 'Just answer my question, Dad, and try not to think that I'm a stark, staring lunatic.' 'I rather expect I could get a million this morning, even in London.

But it would cost pretty dear.

It might cost me fifty thousand pounds, and there would be the dickens of an upset in New York--a sort of grand universal slump in my holdings.' 'Why should New York know anything about it ?' 'Why should New York know anything about it!' he repeated.

'My girl, when anyone borrows a million sovereigns the whole world knows about it.
Do you reckon that I can go up to the Governors of the Bank of England and say, "Look here, lend Theodore Racksole a million for a few weeks, and he'll give you an IOU and a covering note on stocks" ?' 'But you could get it ?' she asked again.
'If there's a million in London I guess I could handle it,' he replied.
'Well, Dad,' and she put her arms round his neck, 'you've just got to go out and fix it.

See?
It's for me.