My name is Stephen Hammonde, and the money's in my pocket for this or anything else I care to buy." Mr.Waddington raised his hammer and struck the desk in front of him.
As his clerk entered the sale, the auctioneer looked up and caught Burton's eye.

He beckoned to him eagerly.

Burton came up to the rostrum.
"Burton," Mr.Waddington exclaimed, "I want to talk to you! You see what's happened to me ?" he went on, mopping his forehead with his handkerchief.
"Yes, I see! "It's that d--d bean!" Mr.Waddington declared.

"But look here, Burton, can you tell me what's happened to the other people ?" "I cannot," Burton confessed.

"I am beginning to get an idea, perhaps." "Stand by for a bit and watch," Mr.Waddington begged.