everything to one side, keeps harping on about forgiving and forgetting, letting bygones by bygones. Because we are a family.â He shook his head sadly, and finished in a Cockney accent, âThat ainât the way it is, me old mate, now is it?â
âNo. And George has always been Elizabethâs enemy since your marriage. He loathes her as much as she loathes him â¦â Willâs voice trailed off. There was no point in reminding Edward that people disliked his wife. Very beautiful she might be, but she was not a very nice woman. Her ambition for her family knew no bounds. She had inveigled Edward into giving several of her brothers positions at Deravenels, and Anthony Wyland, her favourite, played a powerful role in the company these days. But this brother he liked, knew him to be a decent man, talented, and worthy of respect.
After a momentâs silence between them, Edward changed the subject, remarked in a more buoyant voice, âJarvis Mersonâs been in touch with me. Yesterday evening. Heâs after us to start up again in Persia. Drilling for oil. In Southern Persia, to be exact. He wants us to buy another concession from the Shah. Because weâre doing so well in Louisiana, he thinks we should begin expanding, now that the war is over.â
Sitting down behind his desk, Edward continued, âItâs not the right time, I know that, Will. However, I have decided to create a company, so that weâre ready to go ahead when things are right in the world, once we have all recovered from this awful Spanish flu pandemic, and recouped from the War ââ
âI agree itâs too soon to think about oil in Persia,â Will interjected, leaning forward intently. âThereâs far too muchturmoil everywhere. Iâm convinced we have to sit it out for the whole of this coming year. First, letâs get through 1919, and then seriously consider drilling for oil in mid-1920. I believe thatâs when we should take the plunge. Not before . I know youâve always had an odd rather compelling belief in Jarvis, and so do I, actually. Heâs proved himself a thousandfold with the creation of the Louisiana oil fields, so I donât doubt that heâs probably right about Southern Persia. On the other hand, Ned, Iâve lately heard that some of the top brass at Standard Oil, and also Henri Deterding of Shell, donât fancy Southern Persia at all, donât believe there are any strikes to be made there. I do trust Deterdingâs judgement â heâs a great oil man.â
âIâve heard the same stories. However, I do trust Jarvisâs nose for oil. He and his new partner, Herb Lipson, are an unbeatable team, in my opinion. Anyway, as I just said, I aim to start a new company. I want to be ready. Iâm thinking of calling it Deravco. How does that sound to you?â
Will grinned. âSounds like an oil company to me. And itâs short. And sweet, letâs hope.â
There was a sudden loud knock on the door; Edward glanced across the room and called, âCome in.â He immediately jumped up, a wide smile flashing across his face when he saw his brother in the doorway.
âThere you are, Richard!â he cried enthusiastically. Grabbing Richard by the shoulders, he smothered him in a bear hug. âDid you get my message about lunch?â
âI did. Thatâs why I came down to your office, to find out what time you wish to leave,â Richard answered.
âPick me up at twelve forty-five and weâll walk across to the Savoy Hotel,â Ned said.
When Richard and Will left his office, Edward sat for a few minutes, going through the papers on his desk. After perusing them conscientiously, and making notes on a pad, he sat back in the chair and stared out into the room.
His mind went to the oil business in Southern Persia, and he felt a little rush of genuine excitement. He had always believed that