94. Lottery: A Smoke Screen.

Thomas sat up, and decided to be real with Gavin. He dropped the cigar he was smoking on the table and began to tap it with his fingers.

"I hope you do know that you have been asking quite a lot of favours recently? And it's been less than a week. I have granted an investment deal to your wife, on your behalf. With the help from the bank you were able to rent a Bentley for one thousand dollars per hour. You were also able to get a Rolls Royce and a chauffeur to go with it with the help from the bank."

"And so, what are you trying to imply?" Gavin raised his eyebrow.

"I am just saying that for something that is supposed to be on the low, as the secret you keep for your grandfather, you have been a little bit flamboyant about it. It's raising a lot of dust in the air, and people who can see it are asking a lot of questions. It's drawing a lot of attention from quarters of people who we should ordinarily not want to be asking questions."

"So, is that not the reason I have instructions to