Chapter 57

Jordon sought an introduction to the friend and they met in the splendour of a West End hotel, where the trader drank whiskey and talked of his “little place at Minehead.” “It’s dead easy,” he said, “especially if you get into a country which isn’t overrun by traders, like Sanders’ territory. But of course that’s impossible. Sanders is a swine to traders—won’t have them in his territory. He’s a sort of little god. . . .” He drew a picture of the wonderful possibilities of such a field, and the young man went home f…