Here, read this telegram.

It's not very clear, but Beaton wants money and asks me to bring it." "You?
Why does he need you ?" "Lack of nerve, I guess; he's out of his element in that country.

If it was the Bowery he'd do this sort of job better.

Anyhow, I'm going, and I want a roll.

We can't either of us afford to lie down now." Cavendish half smothered an oath.
"Money," he ejaculated fiercely.