The Great God Gold by William Le Queux

The deformed man existed in a whirl of excitement. He already felt himself rich beyond his wildest dreams. He built castles in the air like a child, and smiled contentedly when rich people -- some of the hunting crowd -- passed him by unrecognised.

During the three days that followed, Frank Farquhar held several consultations with him -- long earnest talks sometimes at the Manor or else while walking across that heath-land around the district known to the followers to hounds as the Horsford Hanglands.