"No, no! How am I to get five thousand pounds?
Five hundred now! Five hundred pounds is an enormous sum--an enormous sum for a little boy, or even fifty! Yes, yes; fifty!" "That's really very tiresome," said Tinker very gently.

"I never thought you'd be so foolish as to leave all that money in empty rooms in an hotel.

Well, well, we must fly straight back and get it.

I hope we shall have as good luck as we had coming over." And he turned to the levers.
"Here! here! here!" screamed the financier; tore a button off his coat in his haste to get at his breast pocket; whipped out his notecase, and with trembling fingers took five notes from the bundle which stuffed it, and thrust them into Tinker's hand.
Tinker counted them, made sure that each was for a thousand pounds, and put them in his pocket.

Then he looked down at the gendarme, and said in French: "I want to drop my assistant.