E Phillips Oppenheim

The Profiteers E Phillips Oppenheim

The Marchioness of Amesbury was giving a garden party in the spacious but somewhaturban grounds of her mansion in Kensington. Perhaps because it was the first affair of itssort of the season, and perhaps, also, because Cecilia Amesbury had the knack of makingfriends in every walk of life, it was remarkably well attended. Two stockbrokers, RogerKendrick and his friend Maurice White, who had escaped from the City a little earlier thanusual, and had shared a taxicab up west, congratulated themselves upon having found aquiet and shady seat where iced drinks were procurable and the crush was not so great."Anything doing in your market to-day?" Kendrick asked his younger associate. White made a little grimace."B. & I., B. & I., all the time," he grumbled. "I'm sick of the name of the damned things. Andto tell you the truth, Ken, when a client asks for my advice about them, I don't know what tosay."