What the devil do you mean, Gadgem, by deceiving me in this way?
Don't you know I would rather have starved to death than--" Gadgem raised his hand in protest: "EXactly so, sir.

That's what we were afraid of, sir--such an uncomfortable thing to starve to death, sir--I couldn't permit it, sir--I'd rather walk my feet off than permit it.

I did walk them off--" "But who asked you to tramp the streets with my things uuder your arm?
And you lied to me about it--you said you wanted to oblige a friend.
There wasn't a word of truth in it, and you know it." Again Gadgem's hand went out with a pleading "Please-don't" gesture.
"Less than a word, sir--a whole dictionary, less, sir, and UNabridged at that, if I might be permitted to say it.

My friend still has the implement of death, and not only does he still possess it, but he is ENORmously obliged.

Indeed, I have never SEEN him so happy." "You mean to tell me, Gadgem," St.George burst out, "that the money you paid me for the gun really came from a friend of yours ?" "I do, sir." Gadgem's gimlet eye was worming itself into Temple's.
"What's his name ?" "Gadgem, sir--John Gadgem, of Gadgem & Coombs--Gadgem sole survivor, since Coombs is with the angels; the foreclosure having taken place last month: hence these weeds." And he lifted the tails of his black coat in evidence.
"Out of your own money ?" "Yes, sir--some I had laid away." St.George wheeled suddenly and stood looking first at Gadgem, then at Pawson, and last at Todd, as if for confirmation.