Mr. Stratford Harlow, the colossus of British Finance, was a gentleman with no particular call to hurry.
By every standard he was a member of the leisured classes, and to his opportunities for lingering, he added the desire of one who was pertinently curious. He had all the requisite qualities of an observer; his enjoyment was without the handicap of sentimentality, a weakness which is fatal to accurate judgement.
Between Stratford Harlow and James Carlton, whom Harlow described as Scotland Yards most unscrupulous man, there was never open warfare until the murder of Mrs.
