Chapter 22

Swallowing his pride, the magnate drove down in his limousine to Scotland Yard and suffered the indignity of being kept waiting for a quarter of an hour before he was admitted to the bare businesslike office where Superintendent Bliss worked. The detective took the letter and read it through. "Well?" he asked, when he had finished. "Are you going to take up the challenge?" "Take up the challenge?" Mr. Orsan stared at him. "Do you seriously suggest that this man will come to the Herbert Hall to debate...it's prepost…