More investments." Mr.David Chalker was a solicitor and, according to his friends, who were proud of him, a sharp practitioner.

He was, in fact, one of those members of the profession who, starting with no connection, have to make business for themselves.

This, in London, they do by encouraging the county court, setting neighbors by the ears, lending money in small sums, fomenting quarrels, charging commissions, and generally making themselves a blessing and a boon to the district where they reside.

But chiefly Mr.Chalker occupied himself with lending money.
"Now, Mr.Emblem," he said, not in a menacing tone, but as one who warns; "now, Mr.Emblem." "Now, Mr.Chalker," the bookseller repeated mildly.
"What are you going to do for me ?" "I got your usual notice," the old bookseller began, hesitating, "six months ago." "Of course you did.

Three fifty is the amount.