estate to the Germans. We'll find some one to buy us up here--the
place would suit a brewer. And then--by Jove! we'll make jam."

"Jam?"

"Isn't it an idea? Cheap sugar has done for the refiners, but it's a
fortune for the jam trade. Why not put all we can realize into a jam
factory? We'll go down into the country; find some delightful place
where land is cheap; start a fruit farm; run up a building. Doesn't
it take you, Will? Think of going to business every day through
lanes overhung with fruit-tree blossoms! Better that than the filth
and stench and gloom and uproar of Whitechapel--what? We might
found a village for our workpeople--the ideal village, perfectly
healthy, every cottage beautiful. Eh? What? How does it strike you,
Will?"

"Pleasant. But the money?"

"We shall have enough to start; I think we shall. If not, we'll find
a moneyed man to join us."

"What about that ten thousand pounds?" suggested Warburton.

Sherwood shook his head.

"Can't get it just yet. To tell you the truth, it depends on the
death of the man's father. No, but if necessary, some one will
easily be found. Isn't the idea magnificent? How it would rile the
Government if they heard of it! Ho, ho!"