Haswell, legal uncle with control of property fomented by noble Sir
Robert who desire same girl."

"Quite right, Jeekie, but if you would talk a little less and let me
talk a little more, we might get on better."

"I henceforth silent, Major," and lifting his empty tumbler Jeekie
looked through it as if it were a telescope, a hint that Alan ignored.

"Jeekie, you infernal old fool, I want money."

"Yes, Major, I understand, Major. Forgive me for breaking conspiracy of
silence, but if £500 in Savings Bank any use, very much at your service,
Major; also £20 more extracted last night from terror of wealthy Jew who
fear fetish."

"Jeekie, you old donkey, I don't want your £500; I want a great deal
more, £50,000 or £500,000. Tell me how to get it."

"City best place, Major. But you chuck City, too much honest man, great
mistake to be honest in this terrestrial sphere. Often notice that in
West Africa."

"Perhaps, Jeekie, but I have done with the City. As you would say, for
me it is 'wipe out, finish.'"

"Yes, Major, too much pickpocket, too much dirt. Bottom always drop out
of bucket shop at last. I understand, end in police court and severe
magistrate, or perhaps even 'Gentlemen of Jury'; etcetera."