Again he fixed his eyes on the other's countenance.
"Do you say you are going to pay me four hundred pounds ?" he asked slowly.
"Four hundred and thirty-six.

You'll go to the devil with it, but that's no business of mine." "There's just one thing I must tell you.

If this is a joke, keep out of my way after you've played it out, that's all." "It isn't a joke.

And one thing I have to tell _you_.

I reserve to myself the right of thrashing you, if I feel in the humour for it." Hilliard gave a laugh, then threw himself back into the corner, and did not speak again until the train pulled up at New Street station..