It seemed that his possessions were at that moment in the house--in a safe hiding-place; that the messenger was to make several journeys to London, carrying at one time a sum of money which would be no very pleasant travelling companion.

A safe depository awaited the sums in England, and, in due course, reinvestment would follow.

Money, it will be suspected, was by now beginning to be somewhat of a red rag for me, and I thought I saw some signs of its evil influence over my kindly patron.

He spoke of it almost as if there were nothing else on earth worth a man's consideration.

In the heat of argument he lowered his voice, and was no longer his open, genial self.
What astonished me most, however, was the facility with which the Baron made a catspaw of him.