You can take two hundred and fifty, and you can take them with you--to any place you like." The young man was already at the safe.

The notes were between them, on the table.

He counted quickly with the fingers of a born manipulator of money.

When he had gathered up two hundred and fifty pounds, Laverick's hand fell upon his.
"No more," he ordered sternly.
"But, my dear fellow," Morrison protested, "half of eleven hundred is five hundred and fifty.

Why should we not go halves?
That is only fair, Laverick.