Then a light broke in upon him--one that played over his face in uncertain flashes.
"And you did this for me ?" he asked thoughtfully, fixing his gaze on Gadgem.
"I did, sir," came the answer in a meek voice, as if he had been detected in filching an apple from a stand; "and I would do it again--do it over and over again.

And it has been a great pleasure for me to do it.

I might say, sir, that it has been a kind of exTREME bliss to do it." "Why ?" There was a tremor now in Temple's voice that even Todd had never noticed before.
Gadgem turned his head away.

"I don't know, sir," he replied in a lower tone.

"I couldn't explain it on oath; I don't care to explain it, sir." No lie could serve him now--better make a clean breast of the villany.
"And you still own the gun ?" Todd had never seen his master so gentle before--not under a provocation such as this.
"I do, sir." Gadgem's voice was barely audible.
"Then it means that you have locked up just that much of your own money for a thing you can never use yourself and can't sell.