That's what I've noticed.

I notice these things, you know." He spoke indulgently.
It never occurred to the financier to doubt him; he was already a little under the influence of the cooler head.

He walked up and down a little longer; and Tinker said no more.

He had been taught to leave people to themselves when he saw them beginning to come to his way of thinking.
At last, with a horrible grimace which showed the depth of his agony, the financier cried, "I'll come! I'll come! I'll trust my life--oh, my precious life--to you.

After all, you rescued the Kernaby child; and you had to fight to do it! I'll risk it! Oh, my money! My money!" "Very good," said Tinker.