Its sensitiveness may be described as morbid.' 'And now, Uncle Joseph, what have you done with all that money ?' asked the lawyer.
'Paid it into a bank and drew twenty pounds,' answered Mr Finsbury promptly.

'Why ?' 'Very well,' said Michael.

'Tomorrow I shall send down a clerk with a cheque for a hundred, and he'll draw out the original sum and return it to the Anglo-Patagonian, with some sort of explanation which I will try to invent for you.

That will clear your feet, and as Morris can't touch a penny of it without forgery, it will do no harm to my little scheme.' 'But what am I to do ?' asked Joseph; 'I cannot live upon nothing.' 'Don't you hear ?' returned Michael.

'I send you a cheque for a hundred; which leaves you eighty to go along upon; and when that's done, apply to me again.' 'I would rather not be beholden to your bounty all the same,' said Joseph, biting at his white moustache.