So, a shut mouth; look out and don't babble to Lilienthal.

He is a chatterer.

Timmins, here, is a drunken loafer, and will burn the block up some night, but I need him a little while yet.
"I may even give you this place, and set you up with a good pharmacist, if I can find a man over there.

Timmins can show him the secret side of the business; then, we can throw this London cockney out, and you'll find Magdal's to be a gold mill.

I shall have something else to do, my boy.