"Mr. Hersheimmer," he said at last, "that is a very large sum." "I guess it'll have to be. These aren't the kind of folk to offer sixpence to." "At the present rate of exchange it amounts to considerably over two hundred and fifty thousand pounds." "That's so. Maybe you think I'm talking through my hat, but I can deliver the goods all right, with enough over to spare for your fee." Sir James flushed slightly. "There is no question of a fee, Mr. Hersheimmer. I am not a private detective." "Sorry. I guess I was just a mite hasty, but I've been feeling bad about
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