"I wouldn't be that young Mr.Morrison for all that great pocketful of notes.

But my! there was a sight of money there, sir! He'll be a rich man for all his days if nothing comes out." "We won't talk any more about it," Laverick insisted.

"It isn't a pleasant thing to think about or talk about.

We won't know anything, Shepherd.

We shall be better off." The man took his departure and the whirl of business recommenced.
Laverick turned his back upon the city only a few minutes before eight and, tired out, he dined at a restaurant on his homeward way.
When at last he reached his sitting-room he threw himself on the sofa and lit a cigar.