What is it?
Give it a name." "Do you know what that black-bearded man wanted in your place ?" "No," said Dan, "I don't." "He came to meet London Bill, and you floor-managed the play." "But I don't know what he wanted of Bill," said Dan, a bit staggered.
"Well, I know what he wanted of Bill.

And I know what he will want of you.

I'll tell you what you are to do; and if you cross me, or fall down, it will mean several spaces in Joliet, so have a care.

I'll put you easy on one point.

Neither you, nor London Bill, nor any of the pals you'll put into this game about the middle of May, will get the collar.
You have my word for that." "Your word goes with me, Inspector," interjected Dan, plainly relieved, and bending to his chianti as though after all it might not be red poison.
"Good; my word goes with you--which is fortunate for you.