SMITH. Good for trade, ain't it? And we thought, Deakin, the
Badger and me, that coins being ever on the vanish, and you not
over sweet on them there lovely little locks at Leslie's, and
them there bigger and uglier marine stores at the Excise Office .
. .

BRODIE (IMPASSIBLE). Go on.

SMITH. Worse luck! . . . We thought, me and the Badger, you
know, that maybe you'd like to exercise your helbow with our free
and galliant horseman.

BRODIE. The old move, I presume? the double set of dice?

SMITH. That's the rig, Deakin. What you drop on the square you
pick up again on the cross. [Just as you did with G. S. and
Co.'s own agent and correspondent, the Admiral from Nantz.] You
always was a neat hand with the bones, Deakin.

BRODIE. The usual terms, I suppose?

SMITH. The old discount, Deakin. Ten in the pound for you, and
the rest for your jolly companions every one. [THAT'S the way WE
does it!]

BRODIE. Who has the dice?

SMITH. Our mutual friend, the Candleworm.