2/10 Don't suppose they'd know; but if they could hear it they wouldn't sneer at my `tootling old flute'-- as Ingle called it--any more. Ingle was a hound--a regular sniffing, smelling-out hound, and Noll West a miserable, sneaking cur. Hundreds of thousands of pounds' worth--yes, millions' worth of diamonds being scraped together by the company, and a poor fellow not allowed to have a handful. I don't say it's the thing to steal 'em; but who would steal? It's what the company does, but nobody else ought to, of course. |