"If I go through fire and water to get it, I'll have it! I'll keep on Morris's flat.

I'll go to his tailor! I'll--you're laughing at me.

But I mean it! I've had enough of grubbing along on nothing a week, and living in the gutters.

I want a bit of Morris's luck." Wrayson put his head out of the cab.

The young man's face was not pleasant to look at.
"We are there," he said.